Just finished All of Us Strangers. Between that and Aftersun, it appears Paul Mescal is really cornering the market on "2020s movies that tear Hannah's heart out and grind it up into tiny broken bits in a way that is the best but also obviously devastating."
Like I want to just do a bunch of crying to process this movie but the gosh darn antidepressants are too effective and don't let me cry at the drop of a hat anymore...
