It is a special gift when a film captures the minute magnitude of humanness. A cold tingle on the back of your neck, a tight chest, realizing you’ve been holding your breath or that your toes are curled in your shoe. It is a gift because depicting life as it is— cruel, blissful, impermanent, and messy — tugs at whatever feeling it is that makes you feel alive. At least it does for me.
I am delighted to watch a classic story retold with such radical honesty and look forward to revisiting it again.
