Sentimental Value

This movie feels like it just sorta happened to me. Like I could feel my body was responding to it but intellectually I couldn’t engage for some reason.  When I walked outside the theatre I just burst into tears. I don’t even know if the movie was trying to say anything or if I ‘got’ it or not. Maybe it’s just enough to watch the wounds repeat over three generations and it is what it is. What is there to say about that? Lovers of Ibsen and Chekhov will have an absolute field day with this one by the way. So. I guess I did enjoy it.