and not because I'm easy to please right now(Although that is kind of true.)
Not because it was visually beautiful but sort of hard to understand(Kind of hate how much these two things go hand in hand these days...what was the last beautiful film that was clear?"Amelie?" "Hugo?")
But I love that both young characters were deaf and, although they were struggling with it and it complicated their journey(A literal journey, divided through time...that is a bit of a long story, but they both came to the same NYC museum 40 years apart.) but it's not about healing or some long-suffering parent trying to find the "real person in the silence" or whatever...in fact, as many of us who grow up disabled kind of find(to varying degrees...the girl from the twenties is essentially abandoned by both parents) our parents to occasionally be antagonists, no matter how well-meaning or loving.
I loved that rejecting treatment kicked off the story instead of stalling it.
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