Celine Song, they could never make me hate you
Here to fight for my life because one too many people did not enjoy my recommendation of Materliast. Celine Song, they could never make me hate you because you simply made us question our own realities.
And next time my friends tell me about a potential rishta who may be dull as rocks, but he’s a doctor, I will remind them about how much they loved Pedro Pascal. 😭
Materialist isn’t just a love story. It’s a litmus test, a mirror, and a conversation starter disguised as a rom-com. If you walked away from it feeling anything—hopeful, conflicted, gutted, or even just plain mad—then the film did its job. A great movie doesn't have to leave you in agreement. Sometimes it leaves you uncomfortable, and that's where the good stuff lives.
Maybe you were frustrated with the character's decision. Maybe you shouted “girl, no!” like you were watching a horror movie. Or maybe you found yourself relating to her in ways that surprised you. That inner tug-of-war between love and lifestyle is exactly what gives the story its weight. That tension and ache between passion and practicality is the emotional engine of the movie.
Because here’s the quiet truth most of us wrestle with as adults: real life often means choosing what to prioritize. And Materialist asks the uncomfortable question we often try to avoid:
Would you compromise a potential once-in-a-lifetime deep connection for immediate stability and ease? Or do you still believe in love in its rawest form and the hope of weathering the chaos and growing financially from nothing into something solid?
The movie doesn't hand out easy answers. Because yes, the best answer may probably have been to hold out a bit longer for the best of both boys. But this version of reality just stares at you like your friend who knows you’re going to get back with your ex again—and lets you sit in the mess of it.
It lingers in the gray space, the space where relationships either stretch to fit your dreams or quietly snap under pressure. It makes you face the reality that someone usually has to give something up: the apartment, the love, the dream of someone understanding you without you having to explain.
If the film stirred something in you, even if it was irritation, that’s a win. It means you’ve lived enough to know how complicated life and love can get. If it made you feel seen, good. If it made you mad, even better. It means you’ve scrolled Zillow listings while barely having enough to pay rent this month.
Materialist doesn’t tie things up with a bow. It doesn’t offer resolution. Instead, it hands you a choice and lets you sit with it. And that might be the most honest, heartbreaking, and strangely romantic thing a film can do. It simply is meant to make you feel something – anything – and I’m really glad you did.
