oof. Turning Red did not have to go that hard on the complexities of a mother-daughter relationship. Tell me why I burst into tears during the second scene in the bamboo forest. Didn't know that about myself, and honestly nor did I want to. Do we get past this ever? Or do all daughters exist somewhere between their mother and themselves, with enough fear and grief binding them to the spot, immobile and achingly alone?
pixar is serving maternal trauma now?
Okay, time to watch Shrek 2 again I guess.