The Beast

In reflection with a friend (who didn't even seen the film), I was able to extract even more from the story, another point of view. We didn't discuss it in depth (because it was impossible), but just with his response to my basic account of what the film was about, I was able to reflect on something I hadn't thought of... sometimes a distant point of view ends up being more accurate than a super profound one, anyway... here it is: "it simply wasn't meant to be, that's why it wasn't." All the disappointment of almost loving each other to the fullest, along with the inability to simply progress side by side... or rather, the inability to leave it behind; perhaps all of this was just the destiny making sure they don't feel another kind of pain... perhaps the water, the sociopathy, the inhibition, and the adultery only served to prevent an even greater tragedy from happening: future indifference, after all, we don't know (and will never know) if both would flourish and live on a love that remains in a strong and natural light forever. Waiting for love can kill you... literally, or inside.