things will go on and one day it will all be over.

There is nothing more devastating than the unsurmountable pain of watching someone you love suffer. You try your best to remedy their sorrow and provide by whatever means possible, delaying the onslaught of grief, but when someone is decaying before your eyes it’s impossible not to find yourself slowly deteriorating with them. Void of suspense or sentiment, Amour unfolds like a long and painful novel, rigid in its unapologetic nature, and it tears you up inside. It tears you up like the real death of someone you love does. There’s nothing similar. There’s no movie similar to this one. In fact, it’s not even a movie, is a chunk of bloody life, a heart that pulsates slower and slower until the end credits roll down. There’s no music to it. There’s no music because there aren’t any feelings lacking, feelings that need to be filled artificially, with carefully selected tones. It’s just the saddest most gut wrenching thing I’ve ever experienced. And I know I won’t want to see it again.