The trend of Americans making emotional movies will always drift to disaster movies inadvertently (not). Kristen Stewart's handsomeness allows me to ignore the flaws of this film. As a rare lesbian movie on the market, it is only ten differences between "Portrait of a Burning Woman". White, rich, lesbian. These elements are too American dream, floating above the reality where more people live. It seems that you must have these few elements to be qualified to like the same sex. In an era when lesbians are easy to be invisible, they are really not grounded enough, and there is no more nutrition besides licking the face of the king of North America.
The only thing worth discussing is the struggle to come out in this movie. (Even if the struggles in the film are so formal, you can see the ending at a glance) In order to become the perfect child in the eyes of parents, the alarm will sound if your life trajectory slightly deviates from the course. The hardest thing to come out is not the eyes of outsiders, but the closest people around you. Identity is a long process. There is so much pride in real life. What's more real is that everyone is lingering on the journey of finding themselves, so that they hurt many worthy people and hurt themselves at the same time.
But the director said in an interview: "No matter where you go on your journey, it's okay." Don't rush to do anything, don't put huge pressure on yourself, learn to love yourself, learn to tolerate yourself, and allow yourself to mess up the first time you try. Because anyway, "you deserve to be loved".
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