In sooth I know not why I write reviews… I always struggle to find something I feel worthwhile mentioning to others, aside from how much I personally enjoy the subject. Especially when it comes to films; book reviews I find slightly easier. Perhaps it’s because I generally struggle to sit through films too. Like our friend Morrisey, I prefer writing and music, of which this film offers plenty. I found the blend of cinematography, the music choices and inner dialogue gave it a strange comfort. I loved it. And immediately it has made me feel like picking up a pen. Even if I have nothing important to say, the magic is in the simple act of writing alone. As though taking a chance, even without leading anywhere, will at least bring you a piece of incomparable happiness. This film has lifted me tonight.