cassandra’s review published on Letterboxd:
I’ve seen Before Sunrise five times and Before Sunset four times, but Before Midnight only once before today. Everything about it makes me sad as hell. It’s hard to watch all the bickering, the passive aggressive shit, the hurting each other to get even. It’s tragic to be young and cynical about love but our disposition is informed by our life experiences and mine led me to be cold and indifferent. Everything passes, everything changes. The first two changed me and made me hopeful, the way a young adult should feel about love I guess. But I’m a child of divorce, I’ll always revert to thinking this way. I know the ending is supposed to be hopeful but I don’t feel very hopeful. Oh well, c’est la vie.