Hamnet

I don’t know why this time it hit me so much harder than the others, but I cried… a lot. Like, almost couldn’t stop by the end. Maybe it was because I went with my mum, maybe something in me has shifted, but I felt this one on a completely different level. It’s one of those films that slowly wraps around you and then suddenly you’re overwhelmed without even realizing when it happened. The emotional weight just keeps building until the final stretch completely breaks you. I still genuinely don’t understand how Paul Mescal isn’t nominated for Best Actor. His performance is so internal, so contained, but at the same time you can feel everything happening underneath. There’s so much pain, conflict and tenderness in the way he plays it. And Jacobi Jupe not being recognized in supporting categories is just as confusing to me. He’s so young and delivers such a powerful, natural performance. There’s nothing forced about it. It feels real, raw and fragile. What amazes me the most is how a story like this can transmit so much with such quiet intensity. It doesn’t rely on spectacle or grand dramatic gestures. It’s about grief, love, absence and memory in such a human way that it becomes almost unbearable at times. You’re not just watching it, you’re experiencing it. By the end, I was emotionally exhausted in the best possible way. It’s incredible what a film like this can make you feel and how deeply it can stay with you afterwards. Without a doubt, a masterpiece.