Posts in Thoughts
A strange transformation happened to me. Strange because all other transformations filled me with piggy delight. I would skip and dance, feeling an incredible surge of energy within me.
But this time, the transformation brought tranquility.
My friend was so moved by it that she watched it four times in the cinema — she took everyone to see it, and I almost went as well. I watched it, but didn’t feel the same connection.
I went to see Bohemian Rhapsody. Well, that’s what I thought I was going to see—until I arrived and realized the tickets were sold out. Out of all the options, only Aquaman was left, and even then, only the first two rows were available. But it was the evening before Christmas, and I was determined to go to the movies, so I decided to get a new experience—watching a film on a massive screen from the second row.
Although, in the local release, the movie’s title could more accurately be translated as Heritage or By Inheritance, Reincarnation fits the meaning better.
I must say, Toni Collette is perfect for horror film roles. There's a strange beauty in her that borders on ugliness or, at the very least, something mysteriously unsettling.
I unexpectedly came across a 1998 movie about what’s happening in 2020. Any films interpreting the […]
For as long as I have lived, my understanding of what love is has constantly evolved. I believe many people don’t truly know what love is at all, or mistake it for the longing after an object of desire.
Yesterday I watched a movie (Isn't It Romantic) with Rebel Wilson. (Spoilers!)
Pretty quickly, I realized that excessive sweetness and predictability are comedic techniques. Rebel Wilson is a genuinely funny comedian, and the movie sounded very fresh, and even the blurred idea of having to love oneself didn't stick too much in the context of the film.
The older I get, the more I forget — naturally. But some moments remain etched so vividly in my memory. The happiest memories. They didn’t feel like the happiest ones at the time, but now, that’s exactly how I remember them — filled with joy, lightness, warmth, and love.
When we talk about raising children, we are really talking about building societies. Cultures shape parenting as much as parenting shapes cultures.
