What is about some films that they leave an eternity of sadness in their wake. Like lasting shadows, lingering after the flash of light is gone, unreal and untouchable. Its somewhat that feeling which remained with me after I saw this particular film. While you enjoy the highs, the lows, and the simple miraculousness of moments woven in the middle, you cannot help but turn away from the dull ache that lingers after the intensity is gone.

Inevitably, the intensity, the depth, stems from a heart to heart connection. A bond of love so strong that one cannot help but feels its presence and its pain throughout. An image from the movie stays with me, and its strange that this is the one to linger on, causing a startle at each recollection. Now I know the scene is not superior photographically, by acting or plot….yet it makes an impression on me. How do you understand love, it questions, when all parameters have been pushed upside down? Is there a definition, a simple idea? But it comes through, one way or the other. The love comes through, and leaves behind the futility of life…making it difficult to be understanding of life and its problems…simply making it difficult.