"Emma Stone's kinda fat, don't you think?" "Oh no, I think she's just big-boned." What a beautiful movie about a terrible malady. I am describing Hollywood's hatred of eating. Because these days not even cartoon characters (Offender #1: Homer Simpson) sit down for a meal and actually consume anything.*
I'm sick of it. Eating in movies should be forbidden, along with brassiered sex. You must earn them back, Hollywood: food and copulation. Think of it like a points system at a group home for "rexies," as the haunted young people who cannot chew and swallow identify themselves here. To the Bone is Short Term 12 excellent. It is Andrea Arnold excellent. And what a cast!
The "baby bottle Pietà" scene between Lili Taylor and Lily Collins is why you make and why we watch movies about tragedy and suffering and the will to live and love. By "difficult" art like To the Bone we may experience true hope for the too-humanness of us. (And here's an actually miraculous double feature on Smokeflix: To the Bone and The Wonder.) —Margaret Yang
*which would explain this











