It’s been months since someone told me to start writing about the films I watch. I didn’t listen then... Now I am. Maybe because I’m starting to realize how little sense these things make without words to hold them.
Je t’aime, Je t’aime feels like my memories—disjointed, broken, hard to piece together. Sci-fi that doesn’t try to overwhelm you with spectacle, but instead leaves you in silence.
I sometimes call it my favorite, though I can’t explain why. Maybe because…
