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sunnyunderstars · 2 months
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random, barely comprehensible word vomit about in the gloaming
because i'm obsessed and in tons of pain
The entire movie maintains a heavy air, melancholy weighing in the contact the characters’ eyes share, yet make room for levity in Danny’s conversations with his mother.
Danny reflects on his past, yearning for what could’ve been. He’s unsure of whose remissness on the topic of his lover was to blame for what he didn’t have; His own, or his mother’s? 
What if he’d come out sooner? Could he have salvaged their relationship? Would it be just as he imagined? Could he have enraged his family and treated the arguments with a careless levity, just as he imagined? Could they have learned to love and accept each other, to hang each others’ ornaments in their family trees? Could they? Would they?
An analytical young man who, while glib in his words, knows.
She knows she’s messed up. She’s made too many lapses in her life. She wasn’t as inquisitive as she should have been. But it’s too late to worry about that now. She needs to be with her baby in the now. She needs to shut out everything she couldn’t mend, she needs to be with her baby.
Non-confrontational–We don’t need to talk about it right now. We just have to deal with it. This is the way things are.
You can’t change the past, but you may the future.
Anne’s life, from a childhood of being a glass door to her brother who had the favor of their mother that she tried so desperately to earn, feels like it’s culminating to this; Mother’s favor turning into more than just favor. She shields her child and withholds love because of the damage inflicted on her by her mother, as though Danny turned out the way he did because of excessive love from their mother, as though her child may turn out the same way if he comes into contact with him. Unresolved. 
No matter what she does, how many wonderful things she does in her life, no accomplishment could hold a candle to dying. She’d officially lost.
He who cares for his family so deeply but has no way to express it. He who has a bottled ardor for his child but can’t find the means to connect in the same way he sees in his wife; Is it too late? Did he wait too long to realize their relationship could never have been “normal?” Was it enough to bring out the lamb and grow the tomatoes? Was he too late?
Four people separated by more than just miles.
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