Dekalog III turned a lie into something far sadder for me.

By the end, I wasn’t thinking about deception at all. I was thinking about loneliness and the quiet desperation of someone willing to fabricate an entire story just to spend a few hours beside a person they once loved.

Eva doesn’t lie out of malice, she lies because being alone on Christmas Eve feels unbearable. And somehow that makes the deception hurt even more.

pure ecstatic cinema.

Youth and love filmed like a cigarette burning too fast.  
They weren’t really in love with each other as much as they were in love with escaping, and maybe that’s what makes the freedom feel so lonely.

proof that even lame eyebrows and bad skincare can’t ruin timothée, and literally no other man is allowed.