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This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
“you dreamt of me?”
— “no. i thought of you.”
was gonna make this review just “céline sciamma invented something, she actually invented love with this film” or maybe “she does it for the girls and the touch-starved gays” and call it a day but this film deserves at least a few paragraphs of me rambling semi-coherently
first: those lines i quoted at the start..... not to be dramatic... but they killed me on the spot. like fully came through…
the gay gatsby i mean gay gatsby i mean gay gatsby i mean gay gatsby i mean gay i mean—
no but really you’re gonna spy on your passed out half-dressed neighbour in his garden, immediately give him a unique personal invitation to one of your famous fancy parties, actually meet him, insist on bringing him on your HYDROPLANE the next morning…. then ask him to be your wingman??? cold