Carol ★★★★

there is something different to be said of the art that is built around artists; perhaps it is in the refusal to shy away from that very fact - that every story is lit through the artist’s lens. so much of carol is told through that glass barrier: through frosted windows and rainy windshields. when it is not, we find our pathways carved through gaps within rooms, and it makes for a world so intricately intimate - so poignant and divine - that you feel yourself melt into the narrative. in the souls and melodies that spill from blurry mirrors, there is a delicate unraveling that reveals much more than flesh.

carol finds itself in being a fairytale of creation. it is a love letter to the evolution of life, to the space between two people. so much of the beauty of this film sits in space. each touch is deliberate, though the lack thereof might be more so. it is a story told through the cracks that ought to be filled, and so space is somehow vulnerable in a way that it hardly ever is. it reveals itself through the crevices between breaths; the intermission between what is thought and what is spoken. i don’t know that the heart of stories can be hand-made, but this one feels hand-captured. you can see the veins that run through the picture as it finds itself on screen. 

carol is a film unlike any other. it is the sketch that colours itself in. it is the blooming mind of a photographer who learns of herself in learning her craft. it is music being written in reverse. it is both a film and a vessel for the thoughts that don’t want to be heard or felt. it is the world as it should be; through the lens of an artist in love.

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