Film Review

I could try to lay out fragments of it for you, dissected.

The frayed edges of life,
and sadness
the broken pieces that rub against one another, the sound of broken glass grating
painfully;
the knife-edge of youth, when anything is possible,
an eternal moment unchanged by what does happen
the point at which endless alternative paths forward exist, and always exist
captured in a snapshot;
and the word
un-coffined
and a man keening in a half-empty classroom


But I can think of no better review than this:

that they stayed in their seats as the lights went up, every person in that theatre, unmoving, uncaring, the silent credits rolling by unseen.