Some lady yelled at me in French to stop moving 🧍🏻♀️
Don’t think she got the message of the film
George, my friend who’s hosting the movie night, checking his Letterboxd: “guys, a lot of my friends are watching Addicted to Love! Ah wait… it’s you guys”
Pretty much sums up the relevance of this movie
Ignorance is bliss and this film has once again proven the validity of this statement. Watching any movie without understanding the native language already comes with an implication that you, an outsider by default, will be missing out. Paradoxically, in a film about a poet, it is precisely the poeticism that gets lost in translation.
Understanding Armenian grants you the privilege of savoring the film in its full glory. Although I do not speak Armenian, I (un)fortunately understood the one…