Late to the dance here but "Where the Crawdads Sing" is a wonderful story of both sadness and joy.
Late to the dance here but "Where the Crawdads Sing" is a wonderful story of both sadness and joy.
Not going to lye abut it but when I watched The Green Mile, I cried like a baby
"I just remembered something that happened a long time ago."
Recently watched Nomadland (based on the book Nomadland: Surviving America in the Twenty-First Century by Jessica Bruder), and though it didn't make me cry, it did make me sad. As many have pointed out, the film does not dwell on the indignities of the gig economy (which was a key focus in the book), but it does seem to hint at them. As a viewer I didn't feel like the film had glossed over that aspect altogether. It felt instead like a minor but unmissable undercurrent. Ultimately, it makes me wonder what type of ecological succession we are bringing forth with our high consumption habits. We are perhaps altering ecosystems in irreversible, and perhaps dangerous, ways. Yet, regulation seems far off the agenda.
I remember as a kid Armageddon got me pretty good haha.
He doesn't know how to fail.
Respect my lack of authority.
Marley and Me.
The guilt of our stars will actually make anyone cry
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