You ever find yourself staring at a bonfire? Just zoning out and watching the flame change every second, feeling the heat, the energy, the anger, the tension, you get what I’m saying. It’s a beautifully hypnotic thing, and that’s exactly what Portrait of a Lady on Fire is. The only difference being that this brought me to tears in ways a bonfire never could.

No spoilers but I didn’t breathe for the last few minutes of this movie

“do all lovers feel they’re inventing something?”

the clandestine stealing of forbidden glances. the thankless task of trying to tamp a lover’s image into the folds of your brain. the dread of said image’s inevitable fading. the smoldering slow-burn of impossible yearning, and the explosive fireworks when it’s finally reciprocated. the sizzling sound of a final farewell.

director céline sciamma packs each frame with tangible emotion, and she does it all without a manipulative score. we know exactly what to feel at all times, purely on the merit of the leads’ magnetic performances and claire mathon’s luscious cinematography. music is only utilized sparsely (through vivaldi, and through a choral latin chant), and it’s all diegetic, which preserves the film’s veracity. the perfect song seldom plays during our most formative moments, and the perfect person seldom enters our lives at the right time. but sometimes, if we’re lucky enough, they can overlap.

its come to my attention that women are the only people who know how to make movies

Absolutely no men in sight. Just people vibing.

they seem to be very good friends

CIFF 2019: film #2

“he doesn’t make the lover’s choice, but the poet’s”

my body is still visibly shaken, and i cried the entire duration. i haven’t been this moved by a film in years. not only is it exquisitely made, but the emotional toll it took on me is almost damaging. yearning personified: seen through the stokes of a paintbrush, or across the flames of a fire. crushing and beautiful and fleeting. sometimes all that’s left is the memory, but the memory stays. that last shot is going to haunt me

hey girls! did you know that um. not everything is fleeting? some feelings are deep? I found the liberty you spoke of in solitude but I also felt your absence???

Portrait of a Lady on Fire? More like Portrait of me fucking crying.

“not everything is fleeting. some feelings are deep”

i finally figured it out. many times when i watch a new favorite film, it adds something to my life, a new, additional piece of me. with this, it calmly settles down in a special empty space in my heart, an emptiness that’s been eagerly waiting for it to come along. it makes me feel more complete. going forward, i’m thankful i get to carry this with me now. it fits so naturally that it feels like it’s always been there, and now it always will be

I’m, and I can’t stress this enough, yelling

catch me at the amc burbank 16 having a strong emotional reaction to a bunch of women suddenly singing the thx logo music

“Do all lovers feel like they’re inventing something?”

I’ve learned 2 things from both French and Korean directors:

1.) Nobody does revenge like Korean directors. 2.) Nobody does romance movies like the French. 

So if you’re an American director focusing on either genre, please take note of the importance of filmmakers outside of you’re own country, because if you don’t you’ll miss out on gems like this.

Que bueno cuando uno puede ver una película de verdad.

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Armpit sex

I mean it was pretty? But really fucking boring. Characters were so one dimensional

porrrrrraaaaaaaa 🌊🌊🔥🔥🔥🖌️🖌️😭😭🤧🤧

every frame of this movie is perfection

The ending was something! I thought I was going tocbe bored by this movie because it's too quiet. But I got hooked by the beauty of every scene and of course the connection between the 2 leads.

CMBYN>POALOF, each are great though

-When do we know it's finished?
-At one point, we stop.

i’m going to think about this film until the end of my life