Licorice Pizza. It has all the trappings of a nostalgic, romantic dramedy but has the audacity to evoke something other than melodrama or charm. It’s just, like, stinky. Idk. It’s just going for such a unique feeling that you don’t get in any movies. Everything’s just kinda off. There’s a almost imperceptible underlying sense of dread throughout. It’s kinda like when someone’s telling a childhood story and halfway through kinda realize… wait… this was actually all kinda fucked up. And now they’re trapped because memory doesn’t work that way. Memory sanitizes. Took me at least viewings to wrap my head around what this movie was going for. Now I love it.