I started Take This Waltz again tonight. I watched it a few years ago-- a powerfully painful experience, and also a superbly engaging one. Tonight I started it again, and this is simply my record of the experience.
Things were going like they did last time, so long ago. Interestingly, my subjective sense of purity is as dominating as it was all those lifetimes and religious involvements ago. Similar is the resemblance between my desperate romantic possessivenesses then and now. Take This Waltz would, again, be an absorbing and painful experience.
I may have loved the movie the first time. This time, somehow, I experienced it almost exactly the same. It's humble and naturalistic, focuses on subtler beauties, lesser-known parts of human nature...
I wouldn't love it this time. I no longer respect this film personality, which is no longer very original. This is a good film, I can be fairly certain of. Its style absorbs me, but also definitely repels me. I would get sucked in and would be hurt by this film. So here ends my experience with it, 17 minutes total.
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