connor’s review published on Letterboxd:
Brisseau presents us with a simple story in the most gorgeously affecting way possible: two women who find in their pain a means to help one another, to help others, to help themselves move past their grievances and become something beyond their suffering. It is to save and to be saved at once, to love, to live again at last. His images abound with open corridors, trees in wind, faces and bodies in anguish, in offering. To have been loved is to be never alone, even in loneliness.
So you're running out on me?
You have your patients, your life...
—You were my life
I think I'm floating