Somersault

I used to think my love for this movie was mostly nostalgia—but every time it ends, I feel genuinely sad that I won't get to spend more time with these characters. That kind of lingering ache? That’s the sign of something special. The mood. The snow. The quiet. The awkwardness. The soundtrack that wraps around you like a blanket and a bruise. Favorite scene: the male-on-male kiss—brief but unforgettable.Least favorite scene: Joe sucking on Heidi’s tit at the breakfast table… absolutely not. 🙃