Max Haughey

Gojira嘆きの怪物 Recently rewatched this one night due to an unshakable sense of restlessness and found myself weeping in solitude upon hearing Serizawa’s parting words as well as witnessing the voiceless climax. Those final minutes elicit such a raw sense of sorrow from me it’s almost humorous to admit, yet I can’t help but let this visceral response pour out every time I revisit Tokusatsu's grandfather. Among the most harrowing finales I’ve ever seen put to film, one that even from a young age impr...

It ends eventually I remember vividly the day death became a tangible concept for me. It was at a family friend's church, their pastor was conducting a sermon I’d heard many times prior but never really listened to yet what felt like out of nowhere was a monologue about how fleeting our time upon this rock is and how inevitably, we’ll all die. We become bones then dust, the earth itself will slowly chip away till no beat is felt, and eventually the sun will join us in our shared disappearance fr...

Genndy 🤝 Tippett Tragedy to us, necessity to them. We can personify the primordial all our hearts desire but ultimately, ain’t nothin immoral bout this land. Eat. Sleep. Survive. All there was and all there is. That’s how they made it multiple megayears, up until a falling comet scorched this rock. Presence of a predator, single twig snap not to be overlooked. It blends into the great oaks, a snarling shadow with an insatiable hunger for flesh. Ceaseless hunt. Prey ensnared within a liminal spac...

Sigma-reseller grind set manCash chats, mandates our past, present and future, makes us feel like we’re gliding on cloud nine. Up until it all comes crumbling down leaving us with nothing but a chasm. It grows grander with each micro triumph or cataclysmic fatality. Success or failure interchangeable to it; fury festers like a gash willfully disregarded till we become rabid. Gnawing at the ones we believe to be our undoing. That intangible (artificial) apparition that encompasses our every facet...

Farm Rider“That is one thing I can’t shake loose. All my buddies’ faces are still young. And the thing is, the more years I have, the more they’ve lost.” Each visit with my papa is another reminder we’re nearing our final hello’s, final handshakes, final living room chats, final hugs, final “I’ll see you later”s and eventually our final moments in each other's presence. In these instances when that realization has time to stew around I’m riddled with a whirlwind of emotional turmoil, dreading th...