There’s probably a whole slew of implicit meanings to be gleaned from the frenetic whirlwind that is Arrebato, but one rung out to me more than the others on my first viewing last night, and that one was this: passion can be one helluva drug. It can easily sweep you up in its throes if you’re not careful, and after that, you’re at its mercy; it can either spit you out on a whim, or swallow you whole.
I’m honestly kind…