how all men should be.
mary elizabeth winstead, please call me.
That was one of the most beautiful films I’ve ever watched. I feel like I held my breath throughout the entirety of it. I will try to speak vaguely because I like to review films without direct spoilers.
“28” made me gasp. Fucking GASP. That’s when I realized I was holding my breath for the duration of that scene.
“retourne-toi” in the final scene in the house was heartbreaking, but of course, the poets choice. With the light cutting out,…
This is even heavier the second time around.
I’ll say it again, it’s a beautiful thing when a film has the opportunity to say so much through such little dialogue.
It’s a portrayal of unconditional love.
I feel grateful speaking French, because I do get to focus even more on watching instead of having to read subtitles. Every stolen glance is saying a million words.
This is one of the greatest films of all time.