yuletide’s review published on Letterboxd:
WHEN I SAY I COULD NOT BREATHE AT THE END—
There was so much care written into this movie. As a writer, I've always appreciated screenplays as the backbone of any film, but often you can tell when a script is more guideline than skeleton.
I think the fact that the story followed a romance framed in the act of painting made the frames of this film even clearer: the deliberate act of creation, the revisions, the burning, the sparks that turn into fires, the act of perceiving someone, of understanding them, of remembering.
It starts with a painting and you're expected to hold your breath throughout the rest of the film to learn how it was made.
And then it becomes the most satisfying exhale of your life.