Friday, February 27, 2026 2:14:05 PM | (Age Not Specified)
This is an interpretation of a memory the director had when she read the book as a teenager. She deliberately shifted into fantasy, away from the source material. (Which is also messed up. So many coming on here shocked as though the book, also, isn’t disturbing.) I thought it was brilliant. Intense, dark, but also, utterly, devastatingly gorgeous. Not a blueprint to live your life, but a study in obsessive love.
