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Me and You and Everyone We Know
Lots of sighs.
Of the films in my Top 100, this is the one I'd gone longest without seeing, today being my second viewing overall and first since its limited theatrical run in '05 brought it to the State Theatre on the University of Michigan campus. (I went to U of M's redheaded stepchild of a university, Eastern, down the street. I'm not paying that much for an undergrad in elementary ed. Plus, let's be real, they'd have never accepted me.)
Ahhhhhhh, I love it so much, it was better than I remembered. All of these little stories and moments, some of which run on the edge of social acceptability though are easily identified as true and possible and possibly disturbing, are nevertheless so touching and so intriguing. There is a sense of knowing and sense of intellectualism is this film, but it never overshadows its humanity, core performances from July and Hawkes (plus some really well-directed child performances), and universal themes of longing and the quality of the human touch. If you consider July's affection for and participation in the Riot grrrl movement, you gain even further clarification on the longing of the lonely artist, the sexual exploration of the teenage girls, and the achingly idealistic though somewhat melancholy little girl who saves up for and collects new housewares to share one day with her future husband and daughter (Sylvia, a personal favorite then and now).
There is a crowd that will hate this film, probably people who have their heads in the sand when it comes to growing up, but especially people who are super jaded, cynical, or just lack empathy. Funny, because I can be that way, but I can't deny this film. Like, at all. I also have been told I feel things more acutely than others by, like, professionals, and this stirs up all sorts of emotions I thought were well and settled.
I'll stop giving movies 4-5 stars when I stop watching and rewatching great movies. Hopefully never. (Probably tomorrow or the day after. Damn it.)