The Best First Impression

I think I had more moments of muttering ‘she really looks like Dakota Johnson’ under my breath than taking in what the film was trying to tell me.

Again, it was bad of me to hop right off the bat on the Letterboxd discussion after I finished The Worst Person in the World. But I couldn’t help it. It was the only safe place where I could free my thoughts and find reviews from someone I do not know but who knows the film I watched. To my great surprise, The Worst Person in the World is yet another film where I didn’t enjoy it, but people on Letterboxd did. It was rated an elusive 4.1 stars, and the top reviews almost brainwashed me into liking it, only to end up feeling somewhat guilty for not being able to connect with the film as they did.

I remember that the first encounter I had with this film was when I was scrolling through Twitter. My thumb was on its usual pace—sliding up on my screen with practiced ease, indulging in quick tweets, retweeting, and quoting posts as I pleased. Suddenly, my thumb glitched for a moment as I saw an interesting tweet, and I had to scroll back.

In the post, there were four stills from one scene of a film, and it says:

I wasted so much time worrying about what could go wrong. But what did go wrong was never the things I worried about.

It wasn’t exactly comforting for me at that moment when I came across it, but weirdly, it stuck with me. After a while, I also stumbled upon a couple of reels about this film on Instagram, highlighting other relatable quotes. Although I wasn’t intrigued, I still decided to save it offline to my watchlist, just in case I felt like watching it.

Then, I watched it. And I finished it yesterday.

I believe it took me about three days to complete it. Still, it wasn’t bad, unlike ‘Dune: Part Two,’ which I think I couldn’t continue watching.

The film reminded me of turning pages after every chapter. It’s like a book—perhaps a book of life? A life of a woman in different phases as she makes choices—good or bad—then goes through different and ever-changing decisions. She discovers herself through people, and these discoveries make her realize what she needs and wants. Despite being a relatable topic, particularly for people going through existential crises, I wasn’t expecting it wouldn’t hit me as I hoped. Unlike others who proclaimed the film was about them, I was among those questioning where I fit in.

The Best Feeling

Yes, the film briefly touched on a relatable topic at the beginning, where Julie jumped from one career to another. Like her, I felt I could do anything if I put my mind to it. With my degree, which people boasted was broad and could offer me a wide range of possibilities, I found myself lost after I graduated. There, I realized that being a jack of all trades basically means being a jack of nothing. From dreaming of writing, I found myself formatting CVs months after graduation. I kept trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t pressure myself, as the first job should be a great reflection of my professional endeavors. I was far from okay when I started working. To put it simply, I was depressed, hopeless, and lifeless. If that’s how death feels, then maybe I was dead all those times. However, one thing pulled me back from the darkness: writing. I was already past my probationary period when our department enthusiastically announced a short film contest for our year-end celebration. In our team, I was unanimously assigned to direct and write the script. There, I started connecting with people and realized that my love for writing brought me back to life.

After two years and seven months, I decided to shift in another career direction. I blindly accepted an offer from a graphic design company as a Project Associate. The lump sum they offered me upon employment turned out to be a trap that led me into another deep hole of immense hopelessness. In my second job, I experienced an unreasonable extension of working hours, micromanagement, and a lack of training. Once again, I lost myself in the pursuit of growth. After nearly a year of hurried learning, I finally listened to my body and my desire for peace. Enough of the mistreatment, lack of sleep, and frequent illness due to work stress. So, in the first week of January 2023, I submitted my resignation. It felt incredibly liberating.

Now, I work as a Business Assistant for a small Australian company. Speaking this way, I found the film relatable. We are shaped by our decisions and determined by the outcomes we risked everything for. We are not constant or absolute; we are human—evolving, developing, still making mistakes, learning, unlearning, and relearning. Our fates are not linear; we are confusing little creatures pushed and pulled by our emotions, rationality, practicality, and idealism.

The Best Life

When Julie broke up with Aksel after being together for years to embrace uncertainty and thrill with Eivind, I mumbled, ‘That’s life.’ The same thought echoed when the film reached its closing chapter: Julie spotted her ex-lover Eivind waiting outside with his toddler. She discovered that the actress she had photographed was his wife and the mother of his child. I understood by how things went to in the last stretch of the film, Julie had a miscarriage, broke up with Eivind, and finally pursued her photography dream.

I recall that neither of them wanted children. Perhaps that shared principle brought them together. However, when Julie broke the news to him, both were devastated. Yet, seeing Eivind with his child and wife reminded me of Summer in the film ‘500 Days of Summer.’ Summer adamantly believed she couldn’t commit to something serious, but ironically, life unfolded exactly the opposite—she got married, and she found with the other man what she wasn't able to find with Tom.

Life. That’s life, and life happens.

Despite our mistakes and the lessons we’ve learned, we couldn’t help but still feel bad. We hurt others and ourselves in the process, which sometimes led us to believe we were the worst people in the world. Isn’t it easier to believe bad stuff about ourselves? Well, at least for me.

The Best Mother

After their breakup, Julie and Aksel reunited for the first time in a while. Unfortunately, Aksel was already in the hospital, battling cancer. He spoke kindly of Julie, but she seemed resistant to accepting his praise. She struggled to believe she was a good person, even when he tried to convince her otherwise. During one of their conversations, Julie asked Aksel the very question she had avoided when they were still together:

“Will I be a good mother?”

Throughout the film, Julie went through a lot. I empathized with her as she defensively guarded her vulnerabilities. However, there was a shared moment with Aksel—a moment that felt like a release. I sensed the weight of her emotions, as if her tears resonated deep within me. She was so scared of becoming a mother.

Aksel wanted to have a child with her but Julie explained that she couldn’t yet, as she had personal dreams to pursue as a woman. Ironically, after their breakup, Julie became pregnant—unexpectedly—with someone else who also didn’t want a child. In the end, that someone, Eivind, still became a parent even after they went their separate ways.

Life. Life is ironic, isn't it?

The Worst (Best for Her) First Meet-Up

I’ve heard stories from people—mostly some are passed down by mouth like folklore. Couples who spent a decade or less together, some already engaged, suddenly split apart. Shockingly, one of them announces their marriage to someone they met just months after the breakup. How is that even possible?

As for Julie, her situation with Eivind wasn’t exactly the same. Were they both tired of the monotony in their separate relationships? Did their chance encounter at an after-party—where Julie gatecrashed a wedding—ignite a different kind of thrill? Perhaps it offered a break from their usual routines with their partners.

Imagine meeting someone and convincing each other that certain things aren’t cheating—only to realize you’re doing exactly that. Flirting, spending the entire night together, sharing wine, and even watching each other pee—it sounds absurd, yet it surely stirs emotions. When they had to part ways and take opposite directions, I knew it wasn’t the end between them.

Then, they met again. In her bookstore.

The Best Decision

Days, perhaps weeks later, Julie woke up with a decision. Turning off the light while Aksel was pouring her a coffee, suddenly, and oddly, had the world around her paused— including Aksel. This scene was among the least that resonated with me. It deviated from the reality of how the story was going so far. If they meant it metaphorically, I felt like there was a better way to execute it?

Nevertheless, the world stopped, leaving only Julie and Eivind breathing in that moment. They seized the opportunity, kissing each other endlessly. It became the turning point of their lives—Julie broke up with Aksel, left their flat, Eivind did the same thing, and they got together with life anew.

But of course, the film didn’t end there. They were blissfully happy...at first. However, as they got to know each other, they discovered differences despite their similarities, and those went in their way. The situation worsened when Julie learned she was carrying their child.

Perhaps this realization drove Julie to visit Aksel in the hospital. They spent almost a day conversing just like the old days. And just when I thought the film wouldn’t offer any solace, their final moments together before Aksel’s passing became my favorite scene. Here are a couple of the lines from Aksel that pierced my heart:

You were the most important relationship in my life. You don't have to say anything. I know it's not the same for you. That's normal. You have many years left to live. But I know, I feel it. And I want you to know. You were the love of my life. You're a damn good person.

I think the greatest compliment I’ve received was when someone told me, ‘You look happier.’ It came from someone I wasn’t even acquainted with. Hearing Aksel say that Julie was the most important relationship in his life, I couldn’t imagine how that would make me feel. Aksel wasn’t being romantic, but the relationship they shared went beyond what most couples experience. For him, Julie was his soulmate. She made him feel loved, which is more than enough to tell someone they are a good person. We all make bad decisions, but that doesn’t inherently make us bad people. As humans, we learn from our mistakes and strive to unlearn them. As long as we keep trying to be good people, we already are.

The Best is Yet to Come

Yet, it’s still hard to convince ourselves of this. Even I am still learning how to forgive myself every single day. Whenever I make a bad decision, it overshadows the good ones I’ve made in the past, and I find myself stuck in a continuous pattern of self-blame. This leads me to dwell on the past and drown myself in what-ifs.

What could my life have been if only…

What if I had done things differently…

So, I found it relatable when Aksel said the following line:

Not for that long. In recent years. I reached a point in life when suddenly... It just happened. When... when... I began to worship what had been. And now I have nothing else. I have no future. I can only look back. And... It's not even nostalgia. It's... Fear of death. It's because I'm scared. It has nothing to do with art. I'm just trying to process.

I’m almost 26, and it feels as though life has passed me by. My early twenties were filled with missed opportunities that I didn’t fully seize. As we age, we reminisce about the past, wishing we could have made it our glorious history if only we had been a little braver and faced our fears. However, like Aksel, the only thing we could do is to look back now.

Seeing Aksel and Julie during their vulnerable moments together made me wonder how life would have unfolded if Aksel hadn’t been diagnosed with cancer.

Still, I don't think they would realize the things they said to each other that day. Julie might not have rediscovered her passion for photography if events hadn’t unfolded as they did. At the end, we only yearn to tap ourselves, in the essence of Julie's character, and hug her and say to her what Aksel said to her:

If I regret one thing, it's that I never managed to make you see how wonderful you are.

Let's try our best to make ourselves see how wonderful we are, even amidst moments of self-sabotage when we feel like the worst person in the world.

After finishing the film, I was weirdly preoccupied by this thought: Why was it called 'Waves'?

In that moment, as I lay flat on my back, with only a flattened cardboard box shielding me from the cemented floor, I found myself overthinking. I knew that the harder I tried to make sense of it, the more crumpled my face became. Gripping my phone, my mind wandered elsewhere, yet I tried to snap myself back to my consciousness. Despite the trance, I was still attuned with Colors and Sounds lulling during the film's credit scene. When the screen flickered to pitch blackness and all sounds faded away, I returned to my initial wonderment:

So, why was called 'Waves'?

“Waves,” among other A24 films I know, is by far the most emotional and heartrending movie I have watched. With a runtime of over two hours, I initially thought it would only outline the redemption arc of high school senior, Tyler Williams, as he and his family dealt with loss, forgiveness, and love. However, as soon as his story concluded behind bars, another story began. I distinctly remember tapping my screen to check the time when the perspective shifted to his sister, Emily Williams. It was around 1:02:00, almost exactly halfway through the film.

While the first half felt like an adrenaline rush, with nail-biting jitters conveyed through camera works and suspenseful music, the second half left me feeling quenched—as if I had just taken a refreshing gulp of ice-cold water after being out in the scorching afternoon.

Emily Williams, after the imprisonment of her brother, carried on with her life without a choice. The aftermath of what happened to their family drained the remaining hope she had and consequently left her feeling castaway. In the sea of people, where it felt suffocating for her, a boy from the same university swam toward her and randomly offered her a blueberry lollipop. Their story soon deepened as they navigated their way together toward healing and acceptance.

From Wind-Blown Ripples...

Now that I reflect on it, this film didn’t rely on familiar associations to emphasize the symbolic significance of the title. We were reintroduced to different elements and their literal and interpretative uses in both cinematic and literary experiences. The beauty of changing seasons, the birth of a new dawn, the ominous darkness, the hopeful connection of sunrise, the constellations and their grip on our future, and the dramatic rain—all of these have been widely used to define universal life. They also deviate from their common usage to offer a fresh perspective.

In the film, I appreciate how its metaphorical sense hasn’t been explicitly laid out for viewers’ easy understanding. Like an ever-unpredictable wave, the story mimicked its movement and aligned it with the course of human life. The film began with a burst of energy—pumping and gripping. The music strategically wove through the rush of scenes, especially during Tyler’s pursuit of his domineering father’s high expectations.

Personally, as I watched the early parts of the first half, I felt like I was listening to Lorde’s Ribs. The tension kept rolling in and building, spontaneous and continuous, leaving me breathless, as if I were running in circles with my eyes closed. I wasn’t exactly on edge, but I leaned so close in my chair, weirdly focused and perplexed about where this tension would lead. And then it happened. After his father learned about Tyler’s shoulder injury, everything seemed to unravel. Tyler lost himself in the effort to save face. As hopelessness set in, he surrendered to his impulses, seeking solace that night with his pregnant girlfriend. No one, not even Tyler himself, expected that the same night would temporarily ease his pain, only to become a lifelong torment—this time behind bars.

As Tyler’s story closed, another one opened: Emily’s.

Just like the waves, unpredictable and ever-changing, all the built-up tension, vertigo-inducing camera work, agitated music, and frame ratios were compensated by shifting the focus of the story to his sister, Emily. As cheesy as it might sound, she came across like a breath of fresh air.

To Serene Stillness...

The toning down of the story, as the perspective shifted to Emily, put me at a greater ease. Clearly, the aftermath of her brother’s tragic downfall had shattered her hope for herself and her family. Although introverted, her solitude seemed deliberate—a self-imposed isolation from others, and likewise, people avoided her. Then, a chance encounter with a guy altered the trajectory of her university life. While waiting her turn in an audition, the same guy approached her with a sheepish demeanor. Despite the embarrassment and awkward gestures, he invited her out for an afternoon snack. Before bidding her goodbye, he handed her a blueberry lollipop, keeping one for himself.

The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea...

In the latter part of the film, there is this shared moment between Emily and her father. Personally, I felt a mix of emotions toward her father—disgust, empathy, and frustration. Obviously, he was the driving force behind Tyler’s self-destructive path, pushing him relentlessly to earn his approval.

It’s sad to say that some parents display their sacrifices to their children’s faces, making them feel worthless. I understand that parents endure trials and hurdles, sacrificing their dreams and well-being to provide for their children. Yet, I don't comprehend why do they insist on imposing the same struggles on their children? Is it necessary for children to experience firsthand the hardships they endured? After all, it was them who ended that turmoil, so why impose the same burden on their children?

Under immense pressure, Tyler kept his shoulder injury a secret from anyone. Fearing disappointment from his father, he persisted despite the doctor’s advice to stop competing. This led to a tragic outcome and a series of misfortune events.

That fateful night, Emily saw Tyler sneaking into their prom. Despite a sense of foreboding, she couldn't bring herself to move and see his brother's unwelcomed presence. Their parents also had a hint of Tyler’s whereabouts, but like with everyone else, they were too late—they found Alexis bloodied and lifeless.

That moment, while fishing together, Emily and her father grappled with regret. Emily harbored resentment toward her brother, blaming herself for not stopping him. Her father, equally regretful, questioned his role as a father. Both longed for their past lives and wished they could still be a family once again.

I agree with Emily’s father when he told her:

You have so much love to share with the world and so much life yet to live.

My heart crumbled when I heard those words. Parents, like their children, aren’t perfect. They, too, grapple with the weight of their roles. I recall an emotional scene from the hit K-Drama “Reply 1988.” Deok-Sun’s father explained that becoming a parent doesn’t automatically make someone a seasoned dad or mom. Each child is a unique journey, and it’s still their first time navigating parenthood.

As I reflect on Emily’s father’s sentiment, I wonder how it would feel to hear those words directed at me.

Is there someone out there who believes I have love to give to the world and a life left to live?

Approaching my 26th year next month, I’ve been wrestling with loads of emotion. Perhaps my frustrations and anger stem from unexpressed love? Love I’ve kept hidden, bottled...waiting for that moment to share.

Am I a lovable person?

I wonder…

Julia Roberts as Vivian was the pretty woman. No, stop right there. Let’s revisit my first sentence and emphasize the word “the.” Imagine stamping our feet and gritting our teeth just to ensure we emphasize it. After all, we don’t merely acknowledge her beauty; we worship it with utmost admiration.

I’m well aware that Julia Roberts may now be in her golden years. The first and last time I saw her on screen, she wore a blue, flattering blouse, fighting back tears as she stood in Hugh Grant’s bookstore in their romantic-comedy film, “Notting Hill.”

I could almost hear the not-so-distant serenade of their song, “When You Say Nothing At All,” as if it hadn’t been ages since I finished watching the film. Her demeanor—classy and poised—perfectly embodied the calculated allure of a celebrity star. The unlikely encounter she had with Hugh Grant, a charming bookstore owner, created a delightful meet-cute moment. I became obsessed with the film for a week, playing their song nonstop and replaying their scenes in my mind. Watching this classic in today’s age doesn’t feel cringy or remotely “cheesy.” Perhaps that’s the magic of nostalgia—the film remains unforced and fresh against the passage of time. Yes, it’s timeless and classic.

That's why seeing Julia Roberts again, rocking a new character– a groovy one, mind you –was really something else. Those curls, that height – she's the ideal Vivian for the classic film, "Pretty Woman." Left with no choice but to be a hooker, Vivian took her chance when she and Kit spotted a handsome car. She leaned against the window, flaunting her skin, and Edward? Well, he didn’t just let her go; he agreed to pay up.

The head-turns and mouth-opening as she graced the Beverly Wilshire with such casual confidence were enough proof that this woman was the living embodiment of pretty. But let’s talk about Edward—how he hung out with Vivian, amused and at ease. He took her in without any bold, aggressive hints to just get her into bed. Instead, he made her comfortable and uncomfortable with his treatment.

After that night, he convinced her to stay with him for a week. Of course, he still paid her for her attention and companionship. He brought her to formal meetings, allowing Vivian to blend into his prestigious life. He even let her use his card to buy herself “conservative” clothes, dolling her up to put his “friends” at ease. Yet, all the while, he ensured she experienced not just the life of a pretty woman but that of a privileged one.

Throughout the film, I was honestly captivated by Julia Roberts’ beauty. Every time she graced the screen, there was something that lit up. Maybe it’s her radiant smile—yeah, I’d bet on that. It was enough to convince me that I could watch the entire movie without a hint of boredom. Her curls perfectly accentuated her gaunt face, paired with those sparkly eyes, white teeth, and that big, infectious smile. Her fidgeting and subtle mannerisms breathed life into her character, creating a stark contrast from her role in “Notting Hill.” At times, I even felt a twinge of guilt because I momentarily forgot about her romantic counterpart, Edward Lewis. Julia Roberts convincingly stole the show, making me forget there was anyone else on screen. Apologies, Richard Gere.

I’ll tell you, she was so beautiful that I forgot to assess their chemistry—whether it was affecting me or not. She was more than enough.

That’s why I was slightly skeptical about writing a review for this film. I feared I’d end up blubbering about Julia Roberts and worshiping her beauty. And guess what? I’m doing exactly that.

Sure, the film isn’t exactly groundbreaking anymore. But there’s something magical about classic rom-coms. When I watch them, I feel a warm glow inside. There are plenty of movies with similar storylines, chemistry, and tropes, yet they don’t leave the same lasting impression. They’re good, but they don’t linger.

Now, the classics—like “Pretty Woman,” “Notting Hill,” and “10 Things I Hate About You”—they’ve stood the test of time. They’re like vintage wine, aging gracefully. Even after all these years, their beauty and impact remain untarnished. And that’s exactly how I felt while watching this film. Nothing beats the classics.

Julia Roberts, you’ll forever be THE pretty woman.