chicago regular, 16mm projectionist

"i don't think we're that powerful, you're giving us too much credit"
strange how specifically proud this is to be a time capsule of its bygone era. some serious class dynamics being addressed here in conflict while lingering in its aesthetic of incredibly attractive upper-class teenagers living in rustic beach houses booting up windows 95 on their laptops to solve the case, which there's cheap comfort to be found in, but i'm not sure it ever actually went anywhere with…
there is a scene here in which tom cruise receives coordinates that are intentionally flipped to the opposite side of the world as to keep them secret. this movie’s first 100 minutes threw me for such a loop from how hard they were fumbling at the finish line that, before they announce the point of flipping the numbers, i genuinely thought tom cruise was about to cut through the core of the earth and plunge to the other side. he probably could have, too.