the needle in the hay sequence from royal tenanbaums is simply annihilating and the economy and precision of camera movement and framing is so impressive and wonderful, and so in service of the characters, so full of love for them. the fantasy of what if you had a dad and he was a fucking prick but then he was magically good. and how much ache there is in the dream distance between that world, the fantasy new york city, and the real world. i think there’s a catharsis and a healing in the fantasy of it