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The perfect time to remind you that Scotland is the only country in the world where Coca-Cola is not the best-selling soft drink. Alba gu bràth! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿
NEVER KILL YOURSELF
Brendan Fraser and Rachel Weisz will return for a new ‘THE MUMMY’ movie

Matt Bettinelli-Olpin & Tyler Gillet (‘Scream 5’) are set to direct.

(Source: www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie...)
little me + if he had a letterboxd top four ✍︎
one of the finest performances in all of film bsky.app/profile/bren...
In the moments of silence that space so harrowingly offers, Matthew McConaughey possesses every frame of #Interstellar with a raw sense vulnerability, his eyes saying what words could not, every dream of space colliding with the memory of his hand slipping from the hand of Murph.
may i have the will to live with a side of chicken tenders please
Why I posted this at 04:15 I will never know… for its second anniversary, I offer to you, my love letter to Cailee Spaeny and Sofia Coppola’s #Priscilla: A Macabre Incantation of the Slow Evisceration of Girlhood ★★★★★ boxd.it/bB84iZ brendanjohnanthony.substack.com/p/priscilla-...
#Priscilla: A Macabre Incantation of the Slow Evisceration of Girlhood ★★★★★ You're losing me to a life of my own. brendanjohnanthony.substack.com/p/priscilla-...
Liberation is Sofia Coppola refusing to score her departure as tragedy, transcending through the celestial eyes of Cailee Spaeny, a restoration of a soul to the centre of her frame. The myth of #Priscilla is holding authorship of your own life... girlhood. boxd.it/bB84iZ
A ★★★★★ review of Priscilla (2023)
What is girlhood? It is certainly not for a man to say, but in the ethereal eyes of Cailee Spaeny, I witnessed not chrysalis, but negotiation, a promise to a future she was brave enough to hold. Prisc...
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The wonder of Cailee Spaeny is that the beauty of her denouement feels like a visceral memory within the hauntingly beautiful eyes of a soul wondering what they wanted for the first time... and in #Priscilla refusing the glamourisation of that moment, girlhood becomes liberation.
Sofia Coppola and Cailee Spaeny gift one of the purest truths of girlhood, that freedom is not earned through suffering, but finally deciding you no longer exist to fill the void within another. Cinema romanticises the girl left behind... #Priscilla sanctifies the woman who left.
#Priscilla walks, not escapes, and then the realisation eviscerates the soul... leaving is not the climax, but the prologue she was never allowed to begin, because this is not about Elvis losing her, it is about her discovering authorship, a resurrection of self with no applause.
What I believe girlhood to be, is the incandescent poetry of the quiet power in choosing yourself, the miracle of Sofia Coppola is that she never shows the world burning to make you understand that it was, and when #Priscilla leaves, her ghost simply steps back into her own body.
The tragedy Jacob Elordi plays is that Elvis never asks who #Priscilla is, only who she is for him, and Cailee Spaeny gifts you the astronomical grief of the truth without ever saying a word, that true liberation is the quiet act of leaving a room and closing the door behind you.
Elvis is the ghost of a god in Jacob Elordi, the myth that eats girls alive, and the room she disappears into. His charisma is not seduction, but within that gravity, the world orbits him, so she can only exist in the negative space, he is the screen #Priscilla is projected onto.
Jacob Elordi does not paint a man, but a gravitational field, a myth of charisma and absence within the void, a contradiction so seductive it feels spectral. The true horror not that he is cruel, but that #Priscilla existed to fill his emptiness, he is the air she cannot breathe.
The architecture of her pretty prison is the tragedy of #Priscilla, Cailee Spaeny allowing the understanding of why she stayed, not because she was unaware, but because she was, she simply thought that is what love was supposed to feel like... Elvis Presley, a myth of possession.
And then, she leaves, not as spectacle, nor vengeance, but a girl finally old enough to understand she does not owe anyone her life, and Cailee Spaeny holds a grief for the years gifted believing they were in love. The denouement of #Priscilla is not victory... simply her exhale.
Every frame is an introspection of who she may have been if she had been loved without condition, Cailee Spaeny becomes that ache, the dissonance between being adored and being seen. #Priscilla is girlhood as afterlife, the ghost of a future self waiting for the body to be ready.
The most eviscerating frame of #Priscilla has no dialogue, simply a second where Cailee Spaeny realises the fantasy has replaced the mirror, her stillness is violence, her restraint is celestial. The unsaid deafens in a visceral performance you would trade a decade of cinema for.
Cailee Spaeny is, perhaps, the most beautiful soul to ever be captured on film, holding the entire odyssey of the ethereal in her eyes, she is #Priscilla as memory, not acting, a manifestation of that sickening ache of wanting to be chosen so badly, she forgets to choose herself.
There is a devastating tragedy in the tenderness Cailee Spaeny gifts, there is no breakdown, only a slow erosion. The soul of #Priscilla is the ache of becoming the dream of a man instead of the reality of a self, not played as victim, simply a soul who almost forgot she existed.
Cailee Spaeny... my god, the finest of a generation in her possession of the very spirit of #Priscilla, a macabre incantation of the slow evisceration of innocence. You feel that weight of her adolescence in every inhale, and the weight of her future self lifting in every exhale.
#Priscilla and Elvis, effervescence and myth, where the most famous man in the world is not a dream, but the air that makes you forget you ever had one, a lens through the elysian eyes of Cailee Spaeny into the very atoms that forged a humanity so beautiful... and so devastating.
Sofia Coppola paints Elvis not as a lover... he is gravity, a myth to long for, but there is nothing more intoxicatingly suffocating than being adored only when you are obedient, a requiem for the selves a girl loses before she escapes velocity... and oh, did #Priscilla have one.