the type of film where you don't realize how perfect it is until the end, when all the emotions crash into you and you realize you've witnessed something special. lee isaac chung takes you by the hand and slowly weaves you into this family, until you feel as if you are one of them. you laugh beside them like you're sitting right there playing cards with your grandma. you feel the love they have for one another, even in the…
love is fleeting. it can be experienced in the smallest of moments; the length of a song, one night together, a videotape. we're all just passengers floating through each other's lives. some of us make a bigger impact than others, but in that moment the emotion is raw and real and unfiltered. we're messy, chaotic creatures; we're explosively poetic. nothing captures that quite like fallen angels.
i think after a third viewing i've finally been able to wrap my thoughts…
"stop trying to find a box for us. i make my own and break your fucking concept of us."
between this and sound of metal, 2020 has really been riz ahmed's year. more than anything, this film is a showcase for ahmed's talents, both in his performance and writing. clearly this film was very personal, dealing with ideas of converging identities and cultures, artistry, selfishness, and family. it does feel a bit disjointed at points, but there's so much energy…