Aftersun – 4/5
What a beautiful, subtle, powerful thing. There are people that love can't save. They live outside of the taped evidence. The videos only capture a few frames, easy ways to portion off memory and compartment someone as a certain thing at a certain time. It's a gift, to have them remembered this way, only living inside that frame, smiling at the camera, for eternity. It's also a loss of everything astride. "They fuck you up, your mum and dad [...] But they were fucked up in their turn." You will never know your parents, and they will never know their children. Not truly.
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