I expected a depressing drama, but instead I found a comfort movie

The movie was a bit predictable at times. But it was fun to watch, half my enjoyment came from the lines alone

“Nicholas, my son. You may not be a man of God, but surely you’re a man of peace.”

“I may not be a man of God, Reverend, but I know right, and I know wrong and I have the good grace to know which is which.”

“Oh, fuck off, Grasshopper.”

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“You’re a doctor, deal with it.”

“Yeah, motherfucker.”

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“Angel! Don’t go being a twat now.”

“I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.”

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“Fascist!”
“Hag.”

Greed, one of the seven deadly sins.

The acting and those tense soundtrack choices made this movie ten times better

She feels at home with him because he represents a time, not a relationship. There were no real fights, no disappointments just memories frozen before reality could touch them. And that’s exactly why he stays in her mind. He’s not a person anymore, he’s a possibility. An “if.” She never experienced real love with him, only the idea of it. And ideas are easy to hold onto when nothing ever went wrong. I honestly can’t romanticize this shit. It feels unfair, especially knowing Arthur sees everything. Her crying at the end would’ve completely broken me if I were him