Find someone who treats you as tenderly as Willem Dafoe shepherding those storks off the driveway.
I felt this film hum inside me for hours after the end credits rolled, warming me up from the inside as I walked down Sunset Blvd. at golden hour to get coffee. It didn't let up.
I’ve tried for a couple days now to think about how to express how and why this film touched me as much as it did, and to do so as simply and elegantly as it did. Alas, I am no poet, so this needlessly…
My 16-year old brother is a wrestler. Since he started the sport in the 7th grade, I have watched him transform, summer break to summer break, from a skinny, borderline-ADHD chatterbox into a wordless, muscled mass with eyes of steely resolve. Wrestling is what gave him focus and motivation at a time when he naively proclaimed school and most other things to be "useless", but where it granted him self-worth and purpose it has also taken away from the way…