Cinthya Bianchi

A multiple personality disorder film was much amissed. It could've evolved better, and close up in 8 instead of 10 episodes, but I liked it. Amanda is always a 10, and Holland started to exist to me.

Motherhood doesn't mean total care of your children in every single moment. When major decisions need to be made, women enter into the dicotomy of being a frustrated carer or to make something of themselves ... Fathers should take responsibility too. But the cultural cost of her actions take a toll. Let's re think parenthood.

Just two people connecting in the modern screen world. And it makes sense. Good enough for me.

Time 1 and two are both gripping, heart wrenching portrayals of humanity and the system. They don't go along very often, the system is merciless.

It was good to see Rupert Friend acting again. A plus is that it is a brit limited series. So no second season as far as I know. The execution was not excellent, but overall it was ok.

The filmmaking wasn´t great, as wasn´t the story. But if you focuss on the third act, you´ll see it was worth watching. A love story, both Ellen/Elliot and Kate acting and producing this film... at some point, I thought it would be different. But it´s more interesting as it is, because no matter whether the individual is guilty or innocent, death penalty affects everyone. It makes you stop and think.

This is the story about James and Bob. A recovering drug addict, and his saviour, a ginger cat. Believable, relatable, brings back a lot of memories of me and my history with cats. I can truly relate, because at one point, and I started adopting stray cats when I was very little, I didn´t know whether I was saving them, or they were saving me. I found out what care and being cared for meant, felt, when I started taking them ... let´s say "home". I would fed a stray cat, spend my days with him/her, try to be a protector, a carer, a mother, a loving caring mother that would do everything for the little one. If you don´t have a person, somebody to hold your hand as your´re growing up lonely, my cat would gave back everything ... all the love and time and attention .. everything would go back to me .. I learnt to look into cat´s eyes, i would caress and kiss my little one, and she/he would give 100% back. And then I didn´t feel so lonely, so unwanted, so unloved, so neglected, as before. So that´s the issue, you don´t save them, they save you from your loneliness and sadness, one day at a time, since you are a little child, because nobody else would. I had a mother and a father, but none of them would pay any attention to me, none would say anything to me, anything nice at least, so I would spend most of my time with my cat. I started keeping straw cats since I was perhaps seven or eight years old, and I never stopped. How else would I feel loved and appreciated but for them? And now ... My latest cat, Lola, died at the age of 19. I loved her like crazy, she loved me back. I ended up without a home, a house, I don´t own a place to live, I don´t have an income, because my illness doesn´t qualify, and any time soon I´ll be gone. Nobody can survive, nobody with an illness that keeps you in pain and involves chronic fatigue can survive the streets. I know that. So I´ve made up my mind. About how my life will end. I live with my mother, she´s ill, dermatomyositis, and as soon as she leaves, all my means of living will be gone with her. So .. I guess I won´t be able to have a happy ending like the one in the film. It´s been great to have become an avid reader, a cinephile, an animal lover ... that´s what I´m greatfull in life ... So I guess I´m starting to say goodbye to everything. I don´t know how long me and mother do have left, but I´m greatful for this film too. Cheers eveyone and have a great life.

The only one with a perspective that allows the crowd to feel the conflict somehow unbiased.