“You have to be very careful...”
My favourite film that I have seen from Canada, and by some distance, and a profound pain and joy to revisit, always.
Rewatching on BBC Two. It’s been about six years since I last saw it, and while it is far from being one of my favourite Hitch’s, it just reaffirms my love of cinema itself, reminding me why I fell in love with it in the first place, and of course, renders me in paroxysmal awe of Hitch’s mastery and craft. When it comes to cinema as art-cum-entertainment, nobody has ever come close.
Language, you are, in all your beauty, so inadequate, so incapable of expressing what this film did for — and to — me.
After being in a oneiric state of true awe for 144 minutes, with the final shot of the film, I surrendered something within me. That’s what it felt like. Something was released, forced out of my chest, and I saw it rise, and I saw my body turn black, charred and withered, like a dead tree. Then…