ᴡᴀᴅᴇ’s review published on Letterboxd:
i’d buy that for a dollar
i don’t have much fond memories with my dad. rightfully so, he was the lowest that they come. but i remember when i was like three he was laying on the sofa and i was so happy to see him i woddled all the way to him. he picked me up and laid me next to him. we ate funyuns throughout the film. the brutalization of alex was so scary to watch but being with my father in that moment made me brave.
i was with him yesterday driving home and i wanted to bring that moment up to him so bad but I was afraid he wouldn’t even remember so i didn’t bother. its a cherishable memory cause it’s as far back as my mind goes with film and the only time i really had a general love with my dad.