Months later and I still don't have the words to properly articulate my thoughts here. It hurt. I realized a lot about myself in a night. I was scared. The movie left me feeling empty at the end, hurting, wondering how anyone could be indifferent to that brand of suffering, but it's a suffering made in silence, invisible. Conformity to the standards we have now is suicide. Gender is a cage.
And after all that, all she could do was close up and go back to work. But it's still not too late for her. I would like to hope, at least.
