I gave the film another chance in an empty theater, and I walked out thinking ,
“thank God I’m alone”.
Thank God no one is latched to this existence.
Thank God there is no money, thank God there are no cameras, thank God there is no story to tell.. Jesus tittyfucking..
I can live,but I couldn’t live with myself..
Thank God…
For some people it’s better.
For some people, personal connection becomes a destructive force…
Ugh…
I need to shower with a sandpaper scrubber..
I argue that there is no other movie that makes walking out alone feel so fulfilling..
Cats are enough.
Some family is enough.
Chit chat is enough..
I don’t need anyone to know me like those people know each other..
In fact..I think I’d prefer to not be known at all ..
Eeeshh..
People are fucked up man.
I don’t know how they get along with each other .
Now..let me listen to Ayn Rand complain about how capitalism is being forced down 🤷
