Liverpool is a painstakingly meticulous study of an inborn loner's journey of solitude, soul-searching and guilt. It is a credible projection of one's decision to isolate and marginalise himself and the price to pay for leaving his everything behind. It is not an easy subject which one may hear about or witness day in day out. The film is rather empirical than critical and is conscious not to press hard for an answer or value judgment.
I can fully understand why some people left the cinema halfway through the screening or even sooner. To some, the mentality and behaviour of the lead character is bound to be a completely alien if not incomprehensible concept. Certainly it is not their fault for not being able to understand, and indeed this may be a bliss for them. On this premise a relatively low "popular" rating is explained. However, to some in the audience, Liverpool can be a long-awaited mind-reader which crosses paths only once in a lifetime and can be a deeply personal movie which speaks loudly for and into their hearts.
It is bound to be a mainstream miss. But it is priceless to some.
