For those who have a difficult time understanding that, just recognize (for the nine millionth time) that my mind is always elsewhere. Always thinking about other things. So if I seem distracted, I'm not, I'm really just focused on something I consider far more a matter at hand.
Nurse. Fighter. Boy.
Nurse. Fighter. Boy is such a lovely film. It could not have been a more perfect film choice for this evening to massage my solitary silence after a hard days work. And not just because it was inspiring (so simple, so quiet, yet so layered and emotional = every way I wish to write) but also because there's this scene between the mother and son that resonated so much it was as if it was pulled directly from my childhood.
If you get the opportunity to watch this film - please do. It's urban, contemporary - and if you dig classic "indie" with a small unflashy dose of Canadiana you're already sure to respect it without even having viewed it. But it's the lovely written, directed and acted relationships that really pulled my heartstrings in. That really made me believe in the film - however "formulaic"the critics accost it to be.
xo goodnight all,
Lola.
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