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Tear Jerker: Brows Held High
His review of Angels In America, especially his ending words for the review (in which Oancitizen appears to be tearing up himself):
"For World's AIDS Day, we have to remember those who have fallen. The world only spins forward, and they will be citizens. The time has come. Bye, now. You are fabulous each and every one of you and I bless you. More life. The great work begins."
The part near the end where Kyle leaves his apartment to go for a walk.
Plus: Linkara shows up after he leaves for a cameo... and is confused about where he went...
"It's only a movie. I mean, Jesus, if I did anything good on this planet at least let me know that I got somebody to watch a fucking movie. It's— it's such a tiny thing. Such a tiny thing. It's too big for me."
Well, he fixed the reverb! ...by holding the review in a closet.
I got a small one with Film Brain's cameo. Sure he started off berating Kyle for neglecting to expand on the film as a metaphor, but after Kyle does he seems genuinely concerned about him and wants to talk. If you've seen To Boldly Flee, it expands on the aspect that Film Brain cares for his fellow reviewers, and heartwrenching to see Kyle shut him out (off).
Film Brain: Are you okay?
Oancitizen:Yes, I understand the movie.
Film Brain: Please, Kyle, we can tal—(gets turned off)
A subtle one, but listening to Kyle's commentary on Mister Lonely, one can't help but feel even just a little bit sorry for Harmony Korine:
Kyle: Harmony Korine is working with the upper echelons of the cinematic medium; the best directors whose work is seen by no-one. And here, he's made a story about people acting like the Greats, aiming to please an audience that may not exist. [...] Here we might see how Harmony Korine views his art; he is trying to be greater than himself, and finds solace in his friends with the same mad ambitions. [...] And so, I cannot hate this film. Yes, I mock Harmony Korine, but I'm doing so drunk on the courage of his liqour, because... I share his insecurities... and I share his ambitions.