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"We're Americans."

Jordan Peele didn't just make a horror or social commentary film, he literally held up a mirror and dared us to look at it and all we can see is a version of us. Not privileged. Suppressed. Shadow.

"Us" is a razor-sharp, blood-soaked allegory about privilege, identity, and America's buried sins. On the surface, it's doppelgängers with scissors. But underneath, it's class warfare, generational trauma, and the terrifying idea that the real monsters, might be us. The Tethered are the echoes of every system that's kept the "others" underground, both literally and metaphorically. They don't seek revenge, they want recognition.

Lupita Nyong'o delivers a bone-chilling dual performance that deserves to be studied. Her transformation between Adelaide and Red is pure cinematic possession.

The cinematography is loaded with eerie symmetry, reflective imagery, and enough symbolism to keep Letterboxd and Reddit busy for years. And that "I Got 5 On It" remix is instant horror classic.

Sure, the plot may get knotty if you dig too deep but that's the point. Peele's not spoon-feeding answers. He's planting seeds of discomfort. And they grow.

The most beautiful part of the interpretation is the possibility of the suppressed, not privileged prodigy. There might be some artist rotting under the tunnels of darkness, some CEO who never got the opportunity to even think about the possibility. Every single day, we see them and we see "them" on screens. What are the odds that they are any different than us? The answer is simple. We were just born lucky to experience the sky and to dream.

Near perfect, Masterpiece.

The scariest part of the film was they were always down there but we just never looked.

Kiyoshi Kurosawa's Cure isn't just a film, it's a slow-burning hypnosis session disguised as a crime thriller. By the end, you're not sure if you watched a murder mystery or participated in a prolonged existential exorcism. And honestly? That's the magic.

This isn't your average "catch-the-killer" detective ride. No jump scares. No chase sequences. Just an oppressive, suffocating mood and a Japan so bleak, so draped in grey and grime, you can almost smell the mildew on the hospital walls. The city doesn't sleep, it decays. The cinematography lingers. Static frames trap you. And suddenly, you're not just observing the characters, you're one of them. Isolated. Disoriented. Hollow.

Cure demands every neuron in your brain to stay awake. This isn't a film to "watch", this is a film to surrender to. Miss a line? Lose the plot. Look away? Miss the moment your own sanity gets questioned.

At its core, this is less about murder and more about identity. Loneliness. Detachment. The terrifying thought that we're all just one conversation away from unraveling. The character of Mamiya is more than a villain, he's a void. He doesn't hypnotize with technique, he hypnotizes by existing. By listening. By making people confront themselves. And that's the darkest part: this film isn't about becoming something else, it's about becoming what you've always truly been. The unspoken horror isn't that people kill. It's that deep down, they want to. And when someone finally gives them permission to be their "true self", they do.

Kurosawa's direction is merciless. He peels the layers of society with surgical precision, until you're left with the core: a city full of strangers wearing masks, and a man quietly asking them to take theirs off. And they do. Again, and again, and again. By the final shot, your soul feels like it just stepped out of a mental alleyway it didn't want to enter. But it had to. And somewhere in the silence, you hear that faint sound of dripping water, and the echo of your own thoughts.

10/10. 100/100.

Dark. Disturbing. Illusional.

Cure doesn't just mess with your head, it rewires it. No matter how many times you watch it, the sensation, the hypnosis still lingers around your consciousness for the rest of your life. Masterpiece.

"In a restless moment, she has her head lowered to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. She runs and walks away." In the mood for Love is not a film but a true definition of what love is. It's about all the missed chances we could have taken if we were brave enough. It's all about us being a coward and dishonest regarding our own soul. It's all about the timings which can define your entire life on love. It's about that love which can be expressed just through the eyes and you don't have to speak a word, you don't need to touch or go erotic with your activities, it's not necessary. Love requires nothing but two silent eyes meeting two wavering lips holding onto that breath taking silent corridor which you usually went through without notice or worry and yet you stumble across her for few seconds to get an eternity look of her eyes so that it can stop your time. That's love and it will hurt no matter you take your chances or not, it will disappoint. The journey was always yours and you are all alone with it. No matter how many times you bought that extra ticket for her to get onto that ship to run away from the world, things will get messed up. Maybe someone will reach late to see you gone from that hideous hotel room or someone will leave early by staining your ciggerates red with hope that you will notice and you will reach out but you are a coward. You reach places when the gates are closed, you don't take signals since you want to be different from the world you despise and all you can do is to give up on love and tell your secrets and feelings to some hollow so that you die with peace.

I don't think I am capable to judge this film on the basis of technicalities. The shots are not real, they literally invented the colour red. The music is the soul of the film. The silent shots. The wierd erotic low angle cinematography and the screenplay. Masterpiece. One of the greatest film ever made in the history of cinema. This is my 2nd time watching this and I will continue to do so till i figure out how to think like this. GREATEST.