When I was 5 years old, I convinced myself I was born to write and publish novels. And until my early 30s, I tortured myself with the idea that I was incomplete, that my life was meaningless, until I'd done it.
Then someone I knew passed away suddenly from pancreatic cancer. In the shock and aftermath I decided I had better get on with it. So I wrote half a novel. Then Trump got elected, my mental health tanked, and…
Pixar movies over the years;
What if toys had feelings?
What if bugs had feelings?
What if monsters had feelings?
What if fish had feelings?
What if superheroes had feelings?
What if cars had feelings?
What if rats had feelings?
What if robots had feelings?
What if boy scouts had feelings?
What if gingers had feelings?
What if feelings had feelings?
What if dinosaurs had feelings?
What if Muertos had feelings?
What if Chris Pratt had feelings?
What if jazz had feelings?
"If you see something out of the ordinary, something besides me and Sartorius, try not to lose your head."
"What would I see?"
"I don't know, that sort of depends on you."
I'm so completely ruined. I cant think straight. My search for my all time favorite director may officially be over. During my journey into Andrei Tarkovsky's work, hes proved with Stalker and now Solaris that no other director I've seen can use the language of cinema to communicate…
we drove 2 hours from LA to san diego just to see Tenet! At The Drive-In then spent about 75% of the trip home complaining about basically every aspect.
it’s a puzzle box with no reward or sense of satisfaction. i enjoy being challenged by complex films when they proffer some sort of emotional truth, but Tenet is all logos and no pathos — the only time any character exhibited any remotely mortal quality was when robert pattinson got sleepy…
It's that disappointment you feel when you wake up in the morning. Not because you need to wake up for work, or the countless other seemingly trivial things you need to accomplish, but the disappointment you feel that you're still alive another day. It's a strange sensation, really. A hopelessness so deep, so unbelievably exhausting, that it's managed to chip away at everything that once made you, you. You begin to wonder at what point you lost that part of…
"The Fruit of Life is held by the Angels. The Fruit of Wisdom is held by Man. EVA Unit 01 now possesses them both, and therefore becomes God. Now the source of all souls - The Tree of Life - has been formed again. Will it be an Ark to save Mankind from the vacuum of Third Impact? Or is it a demon that will destroy us all? The fate of Mankind now lies in Shinji's hands."