It was a movie! In the theater!
Passionate ALF activist: “I hold all creatures dear to my heart, but you are crying out to be an exception.”
Nancy Mirando: “Oh, ok. [Turns away.] [To man with the gun to Okja’s head:] “Terminalo.”
Re-watching this movie in 2020, I think it’s this exchange that got to me the most. And forgive me if I connect it to the American political moment, but it’s hard for me to do otherwise. It’s almost all I’m thinking about.
For the last…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Random (very spoilery) notes:
-The title/place name is oddly specific for such a nondescript town/place. Why the title? Is the town name important? Is it a small town? Large town? Small enough for one character to know about another character’s illness, but too big for hospital staff to know they shouldn’t put the perpetrator of violence in the same room with the victim of his violence? (But also, the hospital is so small-town they don’t have a separate burn unit?)…
Rather nervously sat down to watch this with our two teen daughters. I thought it might be traumatizing, too close to home, especially for our oldest, who has severe social anxiety and depression. But we stayed up til 2 AM afterwards talking. There were tears and hugs. They told us stuff they feel now and stuff they’d felt in middle school that they couldn’t say before. They saw themselves onscreen and saw someone knew and someone cared.
So grateful to Bo Burnham and the medium of film — my girls felt seen.