Before Sunset spoke so much to who I was in my late twenties. It destroyed and rebuilt me in all the right ways.
Staring at the ceiling hours later, buoyed by that beautiful bittersweet feeling, I decided to skip forward nine years in Celine and Jesse’s lives and finish the trilogy. Bad move. I had upped the difficulty level too quickly. It was a preview of middle-aged crises I was not yet equipped to know about, let alone emotionally process.
Seven years on I’m still terrified to watch it again. Five stars, probably.
