anica

The absolute presence of repressed angst and resentment spilling out. I went in blindly watching this and admittedly just wanted a bit of a cry but I didn't expect I would resonate with this so deeply and with layers I will not disclose. It's one of those instances where I wish I were fluent in a foreign language so I could ingest the candid rawness of the dialogue more. Maybe the forgiveness we seek is the guilt we inhibit but can't fully apprehend.

#whatdatmean

70s al pacino you are everything to me. I melt every time he stares into her eyes I’m sickkkk