That talking pug made me tear up
Lately, due to stress or more likely, my horrible posture, I've been waking up and going about my day with aches and pains. But here I am, sitting opposite the credits that are still rolling, and I feel this strange sensation: the aches are no longer there.
With every pulse and expansion of the aspect ratio, the knots within me have responded by sighing and unraveling. I feel like a crumpled up ball of paper that's been finally spread back out and pressed of its creases. There is this replete stillness in my heart, yet I am tumbling, soaring, zipping.
Thanks, Mr. Dolan.
Incredibly stressful, yet breathtaking. My heart was pounding just as fast during the silence as it did during the more relentlessly chaotic scenes. By the time the credits rolled around, my mouth hung agape and I felt I had reached a catharsis.
Of all the films I've watched, this is the first one where 3D plays an integral part, and not your common "it's there because we can" variety; paired with the seemingly effortless camera movements, it was an experience like no other.
I'm listening to the gorgeous soundtrack right now, and the silence is swelling.