Gutted me from sternum to navel.
Started to well up when the log lady cupped Laura’s face so gently outside of the roadhouse but the tears didn’t fall until the credits were rolling over her final grimace of relief and the theater started to fill with chatter again. The wheel keeps turning. It will happen again.
So many echoes of another favorite, Mysterious Skin, that is similarly invested in the worlds we create to make sense of the monstrosity of…