"In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share... you know what they did? They went up a mountain, found a tree, carved a hole in it, and whispered the secret into the hole. Then they covered it with mud. And leave the secret there forever."

I don't think I even need the subtitles anymore when watching this, I know practically ever scene inside and out. Besides so much in this film is non verbal.…

"In the solitude, I felt the liberty you speak of. But I also felt your absence."

Well it's been awhile and a lonely Valentine's Day feels like a good enough time to revisit one of my favorite films.

There is so much to say about this from performances, to the screenplay, cinematography, story, the relationship at the core of it, the female gaze, how it handles the question of consent, the presence of men feeling foreign and alien, and so…

Not sure how to write a review about this. I've been dying to see it for months and I am so happy I was finally able to. I expected this film to completely destroy me, and in some ways it did, but there is an authenticity to this that made me appreciate it so much. There's no melodrama, nothing is exaggerated or played up to manipulate the audience emotionally. This is just a story about people, it's a look at…