I feel like there are two types of people you shouldn’t trust. One: anyone with two first names. Except for John Wayne; always trust the dude. Two: People who you can’t tell where they’re from. You know, like when their accents are all muddled and it’s clear they’re not just from one place… because they’ve been around… and around, and around, and around…
—wise words from my barista today
The most heartbreaking movie I’ve ever watched; I barely wanted to finish it. Yet it was so artfully written, composed, and executed - piecing apart the variances in our humanity as if by surgeon’s hands… incisions both delicate and deep, by those who come to know and handle pain as it becomes their daily work. Through music and tears, these actors and writers give us an emotive portrayal of grief and unknowing that is so accurate and invasive it is rarely seen in films. Every frame, every note captures such intensity on a cosmic scale and - although haunting - it was worth the anguish to witness such beauty.
Posted a video of this commentary a long time ago, but it’s still so relevant and I love this updated visual to go along with it.