flimflamfilms’s review published on Letterboxd:
Bolano applies here:
"Now even bookish pharmacists are afraid to take on the great, imperfect, torrential works, books that blaze paths into the unknown. They choose the perfect exercises of the great masters. Or what amounts to the same thing: they want to watch the great masters spar, but they have no interest in real combat, when the great masters struggle against that something, that something that terrifies us all, that something that cows us and spurs us on, amid blood and mortal wounds and stench.'
I love all of Lonergan's movies but this is a special film for me. Deeply flawed, probably needs an additional hour, but it still attains an inexplicable perfection. It takes the cliche of everyone having their own story and renders it on a grand, operatic scale that turns daily disconnect into tragedy. Our stories are not shared by anyone else. If you can find someone who can understand yours, hold on.
My favourite movie of the decade.