u/ComprehensiveEnd6448

I’m looking for movies/series with that weird unforgettable vibe.

Not generic or overused stories

I like stuff that feels different, unsettling, emotional, psychological, surreal, lonely, dreamlike, or just “off” in a good way.

Some things I liked

Euphoria, Requiem for a Dream, Behind Her Eyes, The Substance, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Deep Water, I Am Not Okay with This.

Recommend me anything with the same kind of feeling

"Sunday morning; that weekly holiday which arrives only to remind you that yet another week has slipped away, leaving nothing new in its wake. What time is it now? I do not know, nor do I care to know. There is no use in it; for what would change whether it were nine in the morning or five in the afternoon?

​A pitch darkness, pierced only by a faint light trickling through the cracks beside the door. It seems I forgot to turn off the hallway lights. My clothes—some soiled, others perhaps clean—lie scattered around the mattress, sharing the chaos with empty chip bags and sardine cans in the corner of the room, right next to the overflowing trash bag. In the other corner stands a dilapidated desk, cluttered with old books, broken pens, scattered papers, strewn academic diplomas, and a passport and an identity card—both long expired.

​I opened my eyes and saw it all despite the stark darkness. I do not possess extraordinary vision; I have simply memorized every single inch of this dungeon. I could tell you exactly how many tiles line the floor, how many sardine cans it takes to reach the ceiling, or how many sunflower seeds I would need to lay down in a single straight line to reach the door. I have not done this calculus in a while. Perhaps I must recount them; who knows, maybe the number will change!

​It has been ages since I last crossed paths with the sun, yet I imagine she arrives every day, longing to see me. She fills her day with waiting, watching for me through all her hours, until her time to depart comes, and she slips away to set. She returns like a lover whose eyes are heavy with despair after visiting her bleeding beloved, hoping to convince him to return to who he once was, so they might turn a new page together—yet he answers her with nothing but a mute silence. She does this every day, returning wretched and broken-hearted, swearing she will never try again. But no sooner does the night fall than the memories come rushing back to haunt her: he was the finest lover, the truest friend, a brother, and a father. He was a brilliant ray of ambition; he was love itself. And so, she reclaims her resolve, gathers her fortitude, and rises once more."

Sometimes I feel like I’m not living a life, but a non-stop civil war inside my own head.

​Since I was a child, I’ve carried the 'curse of awareness' that grueling level of consciousness that forces you to see everything too clearly, until you lose the ability to just live like everyone else.

As I grew older, life didn’t clarify; it only became heavier.

​After failing university again, time started feeling different. It’s sprinting now, while I remain anchored in the same spot, watching my dreams flourish inside me as my ability to reach them slowly withers. I didn’t just disappoint my family; I disappointed the child I once was

the boy who believed life would finally begin once he grew up.

​The conflict inside me is exhausting: between the spiritual and the carnal, between ambition and lethargy, between the man I aspire to be and the man I keep reverting to. Part of me craves discipline, prayer, and divine silence. Another part clings to the chaos

the escape and the fleeting thrill of feeling alive, even if the price is self-destruction.

​I am terrified of falling into the unknown and losing myself in life's pleasures, yet I harbor intense desires and a powerful hunger for everything 'forbidden.' Ironically, I’ve experienced almost everything a man my age is expected to -Except for sexual relations . Despite my high drive, I remain committed to waiting until marriage Currently, I haven't spoken to a girl at all in 3 years. I feel that I'm not ready, neither psychologically, financially, nor mentally. I even rarely see my friends anymore.

This choice alone makes the conflict a thousand times more painful; it’s like living with a suppressed volcano that never settles.

​All of this leaves me facing a brutal choice: Should I endure and suppress everything, focusing solely on financial success until I make it, hoping to rest later? But then I fear finding myself a wealthy 40-year-old who never actually lived, hit by a midlife crisis and regretting a youth sacrificed for nothing but survival. Or should I 'live' now, and risk ending up a 40-year-old in poverty, drowning in debt and rent, tasting the bitterness of a hard life and the regret of recklessness?

​I want to do everything, yet I end up doing nothing. No studying, no consistency, no real joy. I’m standing in a hallway of infinite doors, but instead of choosing one, I just sat down in the middle, overthinking until time started slipping through my fingers.

​I wonder: am I actually 'self-aware' and wise, or just a lost person being dismantled by fear and hesitation?

Maybe the tragedy isn't failure itself, but feeling an entire universe of potential trapped within you, while your own mind slowly consumes you before you’ve even begun to live.

​Has anyone else felt this? Like you’re 'too aware' for your own good, to the point where your consciousness becomes your own cage?"