I have been in a rut recently, and really needed to take in some beauty. Living weighs heavily on me when there isn't an awe at some art or creation. I had the opportunity to do both...see mountains and see a movie. My heart is full tonight.
Evil was personified with a cold edge, and the fantasy, though full of childlike wonder, was not safe, but mysterious...quite scary at times.
Oh how I loved the ending.
We're in Salt Lake City, and walking back to our hotel, we discussed the notion of happy endings. Some people go to movies to escape, and to experience life, love, etc. in some even sense of "it's difficult, but it works out in the end." I go these days to feel. Sad or happy, I really want to be transported somewhere internally. Not manipulated, but provoked. I'm not sure that there's a difference, but my reaction to this movie, and to Children of Men was very strong, and I left with a sad and grateful heart, full of breath.