Loveless

Zvyagintsev’s eulogy to humanity lost, the severing of connections in the fetishization of the material – an absence, rather than a presence, a dark jewel, which, when observed against the light, shows no reflection.
Wit 💡✩✩✩✩
Heart 💗✩✩✩✩
Soul ☁️✩✩✩✩
Craft ⭐✩✩✩✩✩

The Shape Of Water

It nourished me like a long-lost lover, a soul-mate found when all hope is lost, but it left me pining for a certain perfection in life that is impossible to conjure, a dark fairy-tale with a happy ending…  An illusion of the light.
Wit 💡✩✩✩✩
Heart 💗✩✩✩✩✩
Soul ☁️✩✩✩✩✩
Craft ⭐✩✩✩✩