tv review
Euphoria
Gorgeous, glittering, and occasionally so enamoured of its own beauty that it fails to notice it is glamorising the pain. Yet the ache between Rue and Jules, and Zendaya’s addiction scenes, remain genuinely devastating beneath the body glitter.
what it left me with
Beauty can be a method of declining to look directly at the wound; be vigilant that the aesthetic of sadness never becomes the destination itself.
this is one entry from a wandering list of films, books, shows and albums, kept by someone trying to live a slightly more deliberate life.
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