I Watched Eileen Today
I’m not sure how I feel— maybe seen, if that makes sense. There’s something about her bloody hands holding a cigarette, the way she grips the gun with ease, as if she’s always known how to aim, how to shoot, and exactly what posture to take. I keep wondering—how many times had she rehearsed that moment, posing with the gun, imagining what it would feel like to kill someone?
And then there’s the boy, shooting his father right in front of his mother. What brings people to that point? It’s unsettling—the extremes people reach just to feel free, loved, or liberated. Just to feel something.
To put a few words forward on the film,
Eileen is a psychological drama that slowly unfolds, leaving a lasting impression with its eerie atmosphere and intricate character relationships. Set in the 1960s, the story centres around Eileen, a young woman with a seemingly unremarkable life as she works in a dreary juvenile detention centre. Her world takes a turn when a captivating new colleague arrives, sparking a series of events that disrupt her mundane routine.
The film’s atmosphere is enhanced by moody cinematography that perfectly captures the cold, isolated mood of its setting. The tension builds gradually, pulling viewers into a narrative where suppressed desires and secrets simmer beneath the surface. The standout performances by the lead actors add depth, making every twist feel significant.
Eileen moves at a deliberate pace, focusing on introspection rather than quick thrills. While it may not suit those looking for action-packed scenes, it’s a rich experience for viewers who appreciate character-driven stories and moody storytelling. This is a film that unfolds with a quiet intensity, leaving you pondering its nuances long after the final scene.
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I have stabbed you many times, night after night.
I would go to the kitchen, get that sharp meat-cutting knife with the faintly tainted wooden handle that you so proudly show at me.
I slit your skin with it every night as you carelessly fall asleep on the tiny mattress with the white and blue bedsheet over it.
I've thought of it so many times that i know exactly how to hold it and how deep to cut to make you feel the pain of being cut into but i know exactly where to stop to let you keep breathing. I've also thought of your eyes looking at me as i go in with the knife. I know how cigarette burns feel, I've thought of them too deeply.
I feel like a leech, like i suck on people and leave them dead. Take away everything.
I wanted things to be different with you but it was too late. You were already painted in my colors, the reds, the blues, and everything else.
Here is a song for you. I feel it perfectly captures the madness of the film.