I watched the movie Monday night. My thoughts were lost in it all day at work on Tuesday. I sincerely appreciate movies that do that to me. That appreciation lingered initially, as if I needed some time afterward to fully digest how I felt about it. Shortly after, it hit me. I just wanted to do or create something, anything to translate how this movie made me feel. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is easily one of my top movies from the past year or two (along with There Will Be Blood), and is therefore worth mentioning here.
Bravo!
(the shaving scene: one of my favorites) 
P.S. It doesn’t hurt that the director, Julian Schnabel, looks like a more refined “The Dude” from The Big Lebowski:
2 comments:
I loved this movie too! It was so touching to watch the development of his ability to cope with what happened to him. It's hard to think that this is a true story and that someone could actually dictate an entire biography one painstaking letter at a time. I agree that it was beautifully done.
I'm thrilled to have found this.
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