breakfastcowl

The Wait

Here for Binoche and the insanity of grief most days, but it chokes that free-feeling constantly with its core *setup*. Which it very much says is a grounded thing that is happening. Very difficult for me to gel with this movie's whole deal, at least for now.

Broody

The Wait

Whiplash except no Fletcher and no band and no blood and nobody sees a double rainbow and nobody slobbers over a drum kit and nobody throws a chair and nobody is rushing and nobody is dragging and nobody isn’t quite someone’s tempo and nobody counts in 8- in 4 and nobody is in an a cappella group and nobody answers and nobody is a single tear person and nobody is a worthless friendless person who’s mommy left daddy when she figured out he wasn’t Eugene O’Neal and its only 1 minute and its set during quarantine. Maybe it isn’t like Whiplash at all.