No fucking way. 🔥

Can easily see myself revisiting this and writing extensively about it. Floored by the patience of Sciamma here. Never stops studying it’s subjects with the camera. Probing and understanding that passions and love directly influence the art we create and decisions we make. How a glance, stare, or vision towards a desire opens up the canvas to more possibilities. Broader strokes, gentle touches, and lip sealing love. There’s a tragedy to this film’s silence that is incomparable to anything I’ve seen before. A true testament to the medium that commands your attention through it’s fine lining of craftsmanship that begins and ends with it’s characters. A time capsule of love that unearths the foundation of what drives art.

Fucking masterpiece. 🔥