When <PERSON> Was There
i know this impossibly lush, impossibly pastoral film is very deliberately slippery, careful to wriggle itself out of any unintended interpretation. (those intended interpretations are pretty astounding in themselves.) but i can’t stop watching and rewatching the last conversation they get, tears streaming down my face as much as theirs. can’t stop <PERSON>’s pleas from ringing in my ears. can’t stop contorting my face with <PERSON>’s when she shouts of course i forgive you!
i can’t stop imagining <PERSON> as me and <PERSON> as god.
i will never post anything this vulnerable on letterboxd again. 1009