So I saw Babylon last Sunday night. Twice. I saw the 6:25 show and then picked Kalie up and went right back for the 10:35 show. If Tinseltown had still been open after that, I’d’ve seen it a third time. I can’t tell you the last time I saw a movie and then went right back in to see it again just because I loved it. Sure, I’ve purchased multiple tickets in advance for “big” Marvel or Star Wars movies on opening weekend but to see a film back-to-back just because I fell in love with it? It’s been ages. Babylon’s three hours and nine minutes long, too, so with previews I was at the theatre for seven hours. And I loved it! Not a single second dragged and I saw so much more to appreciate my second time through. I’ve read a lot of wildly divided opinions on Babylon in articles and across social media – people seem to either adore it or think it’s the worst thing they’ve ever seen – and any film which is so polarizing intrigues me. Last night I caught the 8:25 show, and now with three viewings under my belt, I wanted to write a bit about why I love Babylon so much.
Note, spoilers for Babylon will follow but the film’s ending won’t be discussed.
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