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The lights dimmed, I popped some buttered popcorn into my mouth, and the screen faded to reveal a man named “Arthur Fleck,” (Joaquin Phoenix), staring at his hollow, white matte-painted face in a shabby vanity mirror. A tear rolls from one of his eyes. He sticks his fingers into the sides of his mouth and struggles
You post happy, inspirational posts. They assume you’re always happy– when you’re trying to be strong. You post a picture of yourself smiling. They think you’re showing your happiness off–when you were just in a slump two minutes ago and trying to be confidently positive.You post a pic with a friend. They assume you’re surrounded
Yellow Fever officially marks the first movie I’ve seen at my first ever film festival I’ve attended (Sonoma Film International Film Festival). Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what you’re gonna say. ‘Well how can you be a film critic then if you’ve never been to a film festival?’ *Uses Italian finger gesture* One: I can—although