Stand by Me

“We talked into the night. The kind of talk that seemed important until you discover girls” Stand by me reached places I thought nothing could. Being twelve with your best friend is something no language ever quite catches. There’s no purer friendship than the ones we have at twelve, before we learn how change ourselves to fit in, how not to be “weird”. At that age, there’s only two truths: 1) you can do anything; 2) there’s nothing you can do. You think you already know everything there is to know, that who you are now, is who you’ll always be. That’s exactly where Stand By Me hits, it gets to the core of friendship — the kind that gets stronger by crying on each other’s shoulder, by silent walks, by saying things that would sound weird for anyone else. A movie so well written it feels personal. So well directed that you doubt if it really isn’t a true story. There’s no such tragedy as realizing that your most memorable moments were spent with people who, later on, became “two more faces in the halls”. Oh, to be twelve, crying at my best friend’s shoulder, feeling like everything and nothing was possible.