Trudie’s review published on Letterboxd:
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21/21 - a movie with a secondary colour poster
Carol encapsulates what shouldn't be able to be encapsulated. The dull lifelessness of longing for someone. It's painful but hopeful and completely beautiful. It puts all those tangled up, heart bursting out your chest feelings into an art form that could never be matched with words. Its purity and the absolute ache of it all is breathtaking. It's like those butterflies you get. That one time in your life that was so emotionally raw that you could feel it not just in your head but throughout your whole body as if it was living in your stomach and making you physically ill. The lingering stares, the slightest of touches and the way they slow down time. The bursts of sadness, the body language and physical reactions that seem to drive a knife through your heart and keep it there forever. It's indescribable. It does what cinema is supposed to do - it completely moves you if you're the right audience for it. It's swallowing the lump in your throat that you get after watching something that makes your stomach drop. It's getting punched in the gut but being happy to take it over and over again.
Maybe I'm being over dramatic, is this what straight people feel like watching romance movies? You guys are so lucky. I'm willing to be cheesy this once because Todd Haynes gifted us with a grainy, overpowering and completely hypnotic story of love between two women and he did it in a way nobody was able to ignore. It's your favourite sad song and the addictive heartache that you feel while listening to it.
The nostalgic cinematography, inspired score and Oscar worthy performances all compliment. My only grievance is the deviation from the books in certain character aspects.