Every once and awhile a movie comes along and rattles your core. It doesn't use graphics or fantasia - just raw human grit.
It picks you up gently, rising you ever higher. You peer from this mountainous peak of mortal avidity as you gaze upon the truth that which it shows with such grotesque purity. You then realize you're helpless at such a height - as if suddenly finding yourself uncomfortably aware of the precarious position you're in as your heart, your mind, and your soul yields to its every whim; forcing you to confront the harsh reality that is life.
In the midst of the aftermath, you emerge anew, humbled, adapted - for one more jaunt into the fray.
This my friends, is one of those movies.
It picks you up gently, rising you ever higher. You peer from this mountainous peak of mortal avidity as you gaze upon the truth that which it shows with such grotesque purity. You then realize you're helpless at such a height - as if suddenly finding yourself uncomfortably aware of the precarious position you're in as your heart, your mind, and your soul yields to its every whim; forcing you to confront the harsh reality that is life.
In the midst of the aftermath, you emerge anew, humbled, adapted - for one more jaunt into the fray.
This my friends, is one of those movies.