Wendy and Lucy

Wendy and Lucy ★★★★½

Over the past few days I’ve found myself in yet another depressive funk. I’m drowning in work, I feel neglected and lost, I miss my family, I miss my friends, but above all, I really fucking miss my dog. I turned this movie on with the hopes that it would at least help me escape the current stressors in my life, but instead I got one of the most fully realized articulations of loneliness and self-doubt I’ve ever come across. It’s an exploration of grief in a state where we don’t even know if we should grieve or not, and a quiet detour over the loudest undercurrents of life. It’s been a while since a movie has hit me emotionally the way this one has, so while the rest of you go about your day I’ll probably just be stress-eating and crying in my dorm and thinking about how much I miss my dog.

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