"the day you don't love me anymore don't pretend you do."
I have never seen anything so sensuous, so riveting, so reminiscent of childhood feelings and dreams without being perverse, offensive, mawkish and invading. this is something very relatable to the child in all of us — an awareness and enthusiasm for a particular one; a sense of marvel and awe. a sense of intoxication. a sense. with a very effective editing and an excitingly mundane narrative, it surrounds itself with a certain kind of lightheartedness tinged enough by contentment and melancholy. and by god, the ending is an enigma, an empty longing of both denial and hope that afterwards, you sit there and wonder to yourself, "have I loved her enough? have I even loved her....?"
do the Peter Pan in you a favor and watch this film.