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sorry i can't properly rate this i fully lost consciousness a quarter of the way through the movie because my ass was violently astral-projected into the fifth dimension watching george mackay (a) pet and herd some cows, (b) chop wood, (c) go swimming in a lake, and (d) care for an injured hawk, among many other things ALL while wearing some very soft sweaters and you know what?
for someone who cannot stop daydreaming about eloping with this man to…
[warning: what proceeds is a very, very belated, heavily romantic icky disgustingly personal sort of review. so. proceed at your own risk.]
after all this time, this is still one of my favorite first-viewing experiences of my life. (and of course it goes without saying that this is also one of my favorite films of all time.)
i first saw this nearly three(!) years ago on an obnoxiously cold nyc night, completely flanked in an equally obnoxiously tiny lil theater.…