“I’m sorry.”

Slater King sounds way too much like Sleater-Kinney. First thing I thought of while watching and it took a few beats to not be too distracted by it, lol.

But wow! Zoë Kravitz is a wonderful visual storyteller. Kinda right from the jump, I appreciated the slight off-kilter nature of everything. The vibrant colors. Jet-black showrooms; all-white dining rooms, with the Pietà statue at the top of the stairs? The recurrence of the Pietà as a visual motif was quite nice, and tragic given what we discover (remember) from the film.

A really solid ensemble. Naomi Ackie, Alia Shawkat, Simon Rex, and Adria Arjona were my favorites of the cast. Simon Rex? What the heck. This man just good in everything lately. 

A doubly-ironic thing happened at my screening before and after the movie, that I just want to talk about. But before the movie there was a couple putting butter in their popcorn. Dressed quite nice. You wouldn’t think much of it, but as I walked by to get a drink, the woman says to the man, “you’re the fucking parent, you gotta step up…” something like that. And then the man gets all defensive, the woman walks away. I don’t see them again. “Yikes, trouble in paradise,” I think to myself.

After the movie, my friends and I cut through the parking garage that we always do as we walk home. This same couple is now trying to pay for their parking. Yet again, another contentious moment. The woman walks away in silence and stands in the middle of the road! No oncoming traffic, but yes, decent amount of people around leaving the mall and movie theater. The man looks at her in disbelief. Their actions are so theatrical. I hope they’re okay. Easier to forget than to forgive, Jesus Christ.