I have virtually zero interest in travel, and truthfully, can barely tell cities/places apart from one another. However, a winter in Antarctica looks like exactly the kind of paradise vacation I need to experience before I die.
I hate the sun. I accept it's necessity, but I will never understand willingly subjecting oneself to its rays, and actually finding pleasure in it. I can't even comprehend the feeling of majestic joy and serenity I would feel throughout my entire being to watch the sun set, and know that it would not return for 4 months.
There were people in this film I related to on a profound level. So many films are praised for their exploration of loneliness and isolation…