Heres something I rarely admit out loud: every day, I am plagued with existential dread.
The films portrayal of the aging process is visceral and extremely physicalludicrously so.
The actual person becomes completely irrelevant.
Photo: Christine Tamalet
Essentially, Fargeat takes the absurdity of beauty standards and turns the dial up to 100.
Why is my value dependent on the specific elasticity of my skin?
Why are men largely immune from so many of the same concerns?
These questions are obvious…but that doesnt mean we always remember to ask them.
Fargeats right: Ive always hated getting older, regardless of my actual age.
It appears farcical, which in turn feels freeing.
I doubt my existential dread will ever leave me.
You cant convince me that the march of time is not fundamentally horrifying.
(I might go as a calendar this Halloween?)
But Im hoping that the fear of aging aspect of that dread will continue to dampen.
We all feel the aches and pains of aging, she said.
But also, the trade-off is all the experiences.
I find myself being able articulate myself better when Im writing.
All the experience I have as a performer, a singer… in some ways Im much better.
I might not have that certain look anymore, but I can feel my innate powers.
