We'll Find Something

There's no gradual build-up of their relationship unraveling over the course of a night because that's not how relationships work. This is one of the few portrayals of on-screen commitment I've seen that feels like we're thrown into a random moment of a world much bigger than the 12 minutes we see. It feels lived-in. It feels like it's been happening for quite a while. There will be a breaking point or consolidation in the future, but we're not privy to it. And sure, why would we? The answer to where this will end up will always be unsatisfactory, because once again: it's not how relationships work. Consolidation can be as small as sharing a KitKat after a night of hunger-infused arguing. But it can also be a realization from both parties involved that this might not be working. Cinema's obsession with clear starts and stops, beginnings and ends, is wholly thrown aside here. We have enough of that already, the film seems to say, let's look at a couple in the midst of it all.

Though please throw a CineSpace 50 on it next time. Give me back my contrast.