One Night Only

dopamine (robyn's dopamine, mind you), 2,8% & pizza. absolute comfort film if you happen to live in brazil in october of this very year of 2026. truly adore its first half -- or first 40 minutes, idk. it's just gluck at his best, combining rapid-fire scripted comedy -- yes, kinda one good joke popping up every goddam dialogue, the sort of thing we need in a world ruled by far-right -- with hawksian slapstick. sobbed convulsively after the end credits, because this is such a heartfelt, deeply melancholic farce: millennials' desperately adapting to the transactional -- fuck means transar in portuguese -- age of financialization -- i'm being verbose here, i know --, in which doom be like, 'what if police state tried way too hard to sound cool'. greatest blocking i've seen in a hollywood movie this year. i'm sorry, but let me be really cheesy for a bit right now before wrapping up: take care of the ones you love while they are around and keep reminding yourself of that.