“i am shiva, the god of death.”
truer words as this movie absolutely slays.
“i am shiva, the god of death.”
truer words as this movie absolutely slays.
it’s somewhat of a small miracle that a movie made 20 years ago neither sensationalizes nor trivializes a gay love story in all its beautiful and devastating complexities.
the hope and yearning. the sacrifices and disappointments. the tender but fleeting moments of happiness and the ramifications of a love lived in suppression.
and then there’s the shirt. a lifetime of memories and emotions encapsulated in a small item, quickly absconded, but momentously cherished; by jack for a future desperately imagined and by ennis for a future cut soul-crushingly short.