Today my 10 year old baby sister touched everything at the dollar store. The bristles on each of the brooms especially, but also pot holders, mugs, dusters, dog toys. She was loudly saying things like "SQUISHY, YES" and "EW, UGH". Before I started the movie I was already weeping, it was something about my father destroying himself to keep up an image of responsibility and strength. Sometimes I feel like a clone of my parents, or some penultimate manifestation of all of human experience and history. Sometimes I feel like nothing like me has ever existed before. So I'm a little green alien, who cares, So what?
I feel everything. Neither of them were killed, it's all a trick, so why is it Real? Why am I touching death? Am I the only one doing this? I know I'm not, I know I can't be the only one because I feel everything, but that knowing doesn't soothe me. I still feel everything, and I can't let that change, no matter what I can't let it die. We have to love each other. He's alive touching death. He's like me. We're friends and I can talk to him whenever I want. We have to love each other.
This movie is such a beautifully hypnotic and astonishingly perfect use of the medium, it's so well orchestrated I sort of can't believe that it exists. It's a masterpiece. I'm absolutely emotionally destroyed. Sweet dreams :)
(01-19-2026)
The Spirit of the Beehive (Movie Review)