It's not about reefs

 We went to this movie, my spouse chose it and I went in not even knowing the title:


Incredible movie. I can't stop thinking about it. Baffled that it seems to have got ho-hum reviews.

One small detail: it had three sex scenes in it, of a sort, all of which were incredibly sad in their own way. They also did a great job of making Germany, or at least Germans, sympathetic in a subtle sort of way. Anyway, the whole movie was deeply tragic. But hugely recommended.

I don't particularly like or dislike Ralph Fiennes, but I made a mental note to give The English Patient another try one of these days.

We went to see it at The Park on Cambie, which is one of the very few old-school (and therefore relatively huge, single-screen) theatres left in Vancouver. The heating was broken and it was uncomfortably chilly in there. Plus, the seating was noticeably less inclined than in modern theatres - had it been full, which it was not, this could have been a real problem.

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