I never really watched SpongeBob before.

Not because I couldn’t, but because I didn’t want to. The sponge looked strange, Patrick looked even stranger, and everything about it felt noisy and visually unappealing to me.

But this movie surprised me. From the very beginning to the end, I laughed nonstop. Not forced laughs, the kind where every joke lands exactly where you’re receptive to it. Maybe my sense of humor is simple. Or maybe the film just knows how to throw a punch at the right angle.

What caught me off guard was how thoughtful it actually was.

At the beginning of life, when you haven’t seen much of the world, imitation is survival. You copy how others react. You follow existing patterns because they feel safe. But after experience accumulates, imitation stops being enough.

Problems become more complex. At that point, what matters is not how many techniques you’ve learned, but whether you can recombine them with your own strengths.

The film quietly shows this process — breaking apart personas, reassembling identity, choosing what truly fits.

SpongeBob didn’t suddenly become smart. I just reached a point where I could finally understand him.

Some works aren’t bad, we’re just not at the chapter where we can receive them yet.



—— XC Scribbles · 玖拾貳 XCII 🧽