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Amour [spoilers, duh]

Amour. Unconditional, heart-breaking love, and all that it means. Filled with a million delicate moments.

I need to watch this again. With a notepad. There were so many damn good scenes in Amour, and having seen it literally half an hour ago, my caffeine-filled head is racing, trying to piece it all back together.

The first moment Anne is brought back home in the wheelchair, and Georges has to wheel her in to the living room. The subtle awkwardness that comes with having to ask “Where do you want me to take you?” for the first time. Picking her up delicately, moving her inch by inch towards the chair. The momentary relief.

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