Saw it on 35mm. Still utterly perfect.

The whole film plays out a lot like those old home movies Travis watches at Anne and Walt’s house. Faded memories reignited by a camera. Happiness and pain become moulded into one, indistinguishable from each another. Smiles and laughter that still bring joy now come tinged with regret. Love that still remains becomes too powerful to handle.

The beauty of watching this with ~250 other people means you can listen and feel how the lonely pain of the film gets into everyones veins. There were a surprising amount of laughs for Travis’ quirks early in the runtime, but as everything got a lot more sombre and everyone in the audience began relating Travis and Jane to their own lost loves, the room lost its atmosphere as we all sat silently and tried not to sob.

"I'm not afraid of heights. I'm afraid of fallin'."