An elegy for rationalism, a tone poem of madness and fire and smoke, a film about the impossibility of understanding, taking place in a gulf of unreality that descends upon the characters like rain, soaking them in despair.
Digs deep into cycles of violence and the futileness of anything, even when it's for a worthy cause. Spielberg comes full circle, to the decade he started in, deploying and referencing both De Palma and Coppola, as he peeks out from the subtext, seemingly worried that maybe this isn't working anymore, just like the characters in the film work so hard to make a home for themselves, only to realize that by doing so they're unable to live within the…
About 30 minutes into this, I broke. Completely. And pretty much stayed in that state for the rest of the film.
A quiet, intense, honest, bitter and utterly heartbreaking look at love. Possibly the best movie I've seen in a long, long time. There are so many great things about it, so much that I loved. So many clever uses, fantastic performances, fantastic scenes.... I can't praise this movie enough. It's fantastic that even in our times, there are people capable of telling stories about love that actually feel fresh.
I loved it.