A film full of tender and devastating moments. When Brother Luc poured wine and pressed play on the tape deck, the cinema stirred to the sound of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake and I snuffled up a sad, snotty tear.
“Everyone’s always on about how great nature is. I fucking hate nature cos
it made us the way we are and we didn’t even have a choice. Like fucking
cancer....

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