You say there is an entire
ritual up to the moment of the kiss.
Not exact matches
Despite his clear unfamiliarity with the
ritual, Stanley summons as much sincerity as he can for his appeal, but throws
up his arms in disgust just at the
moment when he seems
to believe his own words, proceeding
to half - jokingly castigate himself for such out - of - character weakness and folly.
Human
moments, however, give way always
to the exhausting task of navigating the social order of recovery, and the film remains steadfastly committed
to depicting the same degrading
ritual time and again: hauling yourself
up to the pharmacist's counter
to guzzle down one more dose, the humiliation nearly unbearable save for the fact that it's shared.
Think about all those little
rituals that sustain you throughout your day — from the
moment you wake
up until that last, lonely midnight hour when you guzzle a gallon of NyQuil
to drown out the persistent voice in your head.
From the
moment they found out they were expecting their first child
to those late night
rituals of curling
up in bed
to read — there isn't a
moment that goes unnoticed in this beautiful, illustrated document of married life.
The artist communicates a strong sense of affection and nostalgia for the pleasures of these
rituals, for their
moments of beauty and physical pleasure, while also conveying a sense of general malaise and anxiety that come with routinized periods of leisure - the sense of always chasing after an experience that never quite lives
up to expectations.