Classic film connoisseur.
"Isn’t Fred Astaire just swell?"
First, Brown and Hewson are phenomenal in this.
Second, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the first half of the series, but by the second I was fully invested. It took a sharp turn and you were dumped into supernatural elements but it worked with the overall narrative.
Last, that ending was quite upsetting. I can’t say I didn’t see the first twist but the second, kudos on surprising me. Shame on doing that to Adam, though. Shame.
Watching films that depict black stories can be emotionally exhausting. You rarely get a truly happy ending. You’re kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop the entire time.
“Is her husband about to knock her around?”
“Is he going to die?”
“Wait, she’s not going to make it back from that trip?”
You’re just waiting for the inevitable violence.
Sylvie’s Love, however, was just so beautiful and sweet. It told a simple, endearing and honest love story.
The fact that I was in that heighten state of anxiety means that at the end, that payoff, well my heart is still aflutter.