How can this young woman go about her life in this apparently normal way with her dead lover in her flat? The fact is she’s apparently always been doing it like this; why would the dead man make a difference? She has never been conscious in the same way that others walk though through their prescribed roles and routines, automatically, rote. This has a nub of transcendent in it. And it must have one of the best needle-drop soundtracks of all time. It’s not necessarily plausible that these characters would be listening to that kind of music, coincidentally to my taste, but it doesn’t matter. The whole film is slightly off-center like that. It’s sultry and Samantha Morton is so good.
How can this young woman go about her life in this apparently normal way with her dead lover in her flat? The fact is she’s apparently always been doing it like this; why would the dead man make a difference? She has never been conscious in the same way that others walk though through their prescribed roles and routines, automatically, rote. This has a nub of transcendent in it. And it must have one of the best needle-drop soundtracks of all time. It’s not necessarily plausible that these characters would be listening to that kind of music, coincidentally to my taste, but it doesn’t matter. The whole film is slightly off-center like that. It’s sultry and Samantha Morton is so good.
