Lyre is focusing on her daily kittens
God. I feel like my soul has been sucked out through the bottom of my feet.
I’d heard this was a depressing film. What I hadn’t heard was that it was so cruelly, relentlessly bleak. There were several times during the viewing that I genuinely felt as though the movie couldn’t make me any more devastated, but it just kept going. And going.
Not that this is, in any way, a bad thing. It’s a brilliant film. I just never intend to watch it again, and God help me if I ever decide to do anything harder than marijuana.
I’m glad I don’t even drink.