Film student, writer, critic.
Venezuelan / South Floridian (*sigh*).
Opening Night of International Film Festival Boston 2018. Q&A with Bo Burnham and Elsie Fisher.
Bo Burnham understands better than most what it’s like to be a lonely kid trying to find the joys of online invisibility in the real world, and with Eighth Grade, has taken a sledgehammer to the outdated myth that high school is the worst part of growing up. High school is confusing, sure, but it’s nothing compared to the three year caravan of misery through halls of kids carrying SpongeBob USB drives and horny teens begging for Snapchats.
Wrote more about this for the Brattle.
Frustrating in its insistence on equating Reese's low-tier micro-aggressions and Kerry's actually criminal, petty and downright deplorable actions. All marginalized characters here exist, not really to suffer––though they do––but to make Reese's life a living hell, as if causing a suburban white woman distress was the endgame of all marginalized identities. The performances certainly don't help the poor writing, what with Kerry's refusing to play her character as anything but a teeth-gritting harpy; Reese's daughter's queerness conflated with her 90s…