(journal meets writing meets movie review)
american graffiti – 1973 – george lucas
lots of painful scenes
girls rejecting the guys, the guys pressing on regardless
were the 60s like that, george?
it’s in the 90s, temperature-wise here.
i feel cooped up in my small apartment.
i get it. the fondness of reminiscing on adolescence
and figuring women out.
but it’s a sinking gross kind of feeling, too.
you stare at your own picture enough
and you become a monster.
the ending with the epitaphs was weird.
women treated as objects throughout the whole thing
side characters who don’t warrant any sort of mention along
with the dudes.
lots of uncomfortable cat calling scenes
i disliked this movie much more this time around.