Autumn Sonata

“A mother and a daughter….what a terrible combination of feelings and confusion and destruction. Everything is possible and is done in the name of love and solicitude. The mother’s injuries are handed down to the daughter, the mother’s failures are paid for by the daughter, the mother’s unhappiness will be the daughter’s unhappiness. It’s as if the umbilical cord had never been cut,…Mama…is that true? Is the daughter’s misfortune the mother’s triumph?…Mama….is my grief your secret pleasure?” This one hit way too close to home for me, I felt visceral pain in my chest in the final half of the film.