an apotheosis of intermittently holding love amidst its devout presence, Cold War is a moody recollection and hostility of idealistic affection. in post-war European countries, bleak lands, and often snow-drenched cities, communism seemingly promises greater heights and liberation when it's as harsh and repressive as the stretching years of having and not having, chasing and running, giving and not giving; Wiktor and Zula is caught in a persistent romance that lingers and entangles at the wrong places and times but…

Scorsese's adaptation of the same classic novel was fraught with a well-calculated tension and cold-hearted innocence. Newland Archer, a man of high-ranking class and reputation, found himself torn between two women, two opposing beliefs: one a representation of traditional 1870s New York resisting societal changes and offered a secure yet mundane life and the other an outlier of social conventions and the face of passion and spontaneity. more than this, it was a critique of suffocating, unfair double standard morality…

every time I read the title The Shape of Water I am always bothered by the science question ‘what is the shape of liquid?’ and in turn I answer, automatically (in my head alone because I’m not that weird), ‘it takes the form of its container’. it seems rather an irrelevant statement to make in this review (if you can call this that) but love does mimic liquids — water specifically; it streams down continuously, flows deliberately, falls on flowers…