I don’t know what to say. Crying is never uncommon for me, but this time it felt different. I don’t think I’ve ever felt sadness that deep since my Nonna and Nonno died and just something about hearing Isabella Rossellini speak brought me right into a comfortable place where I could feel all my emotions without shame. Never thought a simple film about a shell trying to find his family could make me feel a million things at once, but it did, and I want to see it again (which I am doing tomorrow I believe). Marcel’s positivity is definitely infectious, nothing about his personality felt annoying or cringe-worthy. There was this perfect balance of quiet and messy sound, and Marcel’s singing brought a glow to something I will honestly say and stand by: I think everyone should see this. I don’t know if any of this made sense, I’m exhausted and sleepy. At a time where my anxiety has been peaking randomly, this was a lovely comfort. I felt calm walking out of the theatre today. Very strange.