Every time Ralph Fineass orgasms in Julianne Moore, a bomb detonates somewhere in the background. The film searches for the spirituality of doomed love, but collapses into possession, treating intimacy like conquest and calling it a miracle. Moore’s the only one left with post-nut clarity afterwards.

Every time Ralph Fineass orgasms in Julianne Moore, a bomb detonates somewhere in the background. The film searches for the spirituality of doomed love, but collapses into possession, treating intimacy like conquest and calling it a miracle. Moore’s the only one left with post-nut clarity afterwards.

I wish that Ralph Fiennes danced to Iron Maiden in this one too.

I wish that Ralph Fiennes danced to Iron Maiden in this one too.

If I had a nickel for every movie I’ve watched were Ralph Fiennes has an affair with his friend’s wife and falls in love with her during WW2 which ends with her dying, I’d have 2 nickels which isn’t a lot but the fact that it happened twice is pretty funny.

If I had a nickel for every movie I’ve watched were Ralph Fiennes has an affair with his friend’s wife and falls in love with her during WW2 which ends with her dying, I’d have 2 nickels which isn’t a lot but the fact that it happened twice is pretty funny.

Maybe I don’t need a situationship,

Maybe I don’t need a situationship,

Everyone is so sad and miserable.

Everyone is so sad and miserable.