With that haunting name I’ve just read the synopsis.Unlike my ukrainian bros I’ve not lived through being bombed, and I’m with you on not living even through a cartoonish imitation of it. Shit’s scarrier than horrors.
It’s the intensely personal and utterly human depiction of devastating personal loss set against a backdrop of millions of people implied to be experiencing equally devastating personal losses. You can feel a black chasm of sorrow beginning to open up underneath you, which is the point at which I tapped out. Deeply, existentially challenging piece of art.
With that haunting name I’ve just read the synopsis.Unlike my ukrainian bros I’ve not lived through being bombed, and I’m with you on not living even through a cartoonish imitation of it. Shit’s scarrier than horrors.
It’s the intensely personal and utterly human depiction of devastating personal loss set against a backdrop of millions of people implied to be experiencing equally devastating personal losses. You can feel a black chasm of sorrow beginning to open up underneath you, which is the point at which I tapped out. Deeply, existentially challenging piece of art.