I am currently avoiding writing for my writing job and writing this review instead. But before that I went out to get coffee. I considered going to a tiny spot tucked on a small street whose proprietor routinely stands outside on a nearby thoroughfare highfiving pedestrians in the morning; this sort of prosocial behavior normally repulses me but the owner's desperation to ensure the survival of his assuredly moribund business has me charmed. Unfortunately for him, it's quite warm today so instead I went to the much nearer french bakery with its trompe l'oeil wallpaper meant to resemble bookshelves. While waiting for the elevator back up to my refrigerated office, a woman yelled into her phone "I can't hear you, you are stuttering" to some poor soul, and a man in a fedora complained about "crippled tourists," in line before him at Starbucks.
I watched Sweetie on the recommendation of a friend infuriated by Breaking the Waves; she had in turn received this recommendation from a high school friend of mine who I introduced to weed, and who then lived in Korea for too many years.
Sweetie could have been weirder. At first, it seemed ready to be very weird. Main character Kay gets her tea leaves read alongside her psychic's aphasic son. A wide shot of a work lunch room is suddenly interrupted by the shrieking of an employee as she dives toward her friend's newly appearing engagement ring. Kay flips out over the particularly dreary leaves of a tree her boyfriend has decided to plant smack dab in the center of their driveway.
Sadly, most of the film's oddities are eventually subdued by a fairly neat and orderly story, which even provides a nice family backdrop to explain away the quirks of sisters Kay and Sweetie. Loose ends are tied up. I would still recommend watching this for its striking visual palette and the fact that the aforementioned psychic's spastic son is never explained.
I watched Sweetie on the recommendation of a friend infuriated by Breaking the Waves; she had in turn received this recommendation from a high school friend of mine who I introduced to weed, and who then lived in Korea for too many years.
Sweetie could have been weirder. At first, it seemed ready to be very weird. Main character Kay gets her tea leaves read alongside her psychic's aphasic son. A wide shot of a work lunch room is suddenly interrupted by the shrieking of an employee as she dives toward her friend's newly appearing engagement ring. Kay flips out over the particularly dreary leaves of a tree her boyfriend has decided to plant smack dab in the center of their driveway.
Sadly, most of the film's oddities are eventually subdued by a fairly neat and orderly story, which even provides a nice family backdrop to explain away the quirks of sisters Kay and Sweetie. Loose ends are tied up. I would still recommend watching this for its striking visual palette and the fact that the aforementioned psychic's spastic son is never explained.