Word. Water Lilies is the second tweenish Euro lesbian flick I've seen in six months, and this unexpectedly smart and tender new genre is two for two. Fucking Amal hurts like a grown-up's love story, and Water Lilies frames all the earnest clumsiness and confusion of its subject with a welcome disinterested lens. Figuring out love for the first, or fifteenth, time sucks and is doomed and anxious, even when it's not, and the valuable quiet commentary given in this movie makes me reconsider the uniqueness of my own experiences: they aren't.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Water Lilies
Word. Water Lilies is the second tweenish Euro lesbian flick I've seen in six months, and this unexpectedly smart and tender new genre is two for two. Fucking Amal hurts like a grown-up's love story, and Water Lilies frames all the earnest clumsiness and confusion of its subject with a welcome disinterested lens. Figuring out love for the first, or fifteenth, time sucks and is doomed and anxious, even when it's not, and the valuable quiet commentary given in this movie makes me reconsider the uniqueness of my own experiences: they aren't.
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