Sara Ancheta

For the first time in what seems like forever, I’m writing a review for a movie that turned out to be something that awakened all the pain in me. I could relate to both characters, but I could not pick whose side am I grieving for. The Violet in me cried rivers of tears, telling myself nobody deserves to go through that kind of pain, more so, twice.. as she did. I found myself trying to pick up the broken pieces of my shattered heart slower than she had done it. At this point, a few hours after watching the movie, I was still at the stage where I was asking myself, “Why? Why me?” as if I was Violet, and at the back of my mind, I was myself, admiring the courage Violet had to see the lessons and realizations that came with losing the people she loved. I am, at this point, still asking, “How does one move on from such.” And here comes the Finch in me... All those pain... All those memories of how little you see yourself as because the most important people in your life you are supposed to feel most safe with are the very people you are most scared of. How you can't get out of your own head when it is telling you that you don't deserve to be in this world, that it is not worth it to endure all this, and how you're freakin out because it is screaming out of your system, It is in every breath you take that you will mess things up no matter how perfectly great they seem to be, because yeah... You're a freak that will eventually lose control and turn into a predator who preys on no other than yourself. Such excellent portrayal by all actors that I realized that the pains I kept hidden in the deepest, most sacred parts of my heart had remained as fresh wounds that never really healed and are just waiting to be mirrored for me to know that they are, and will always be there, no matter how much time has passed. This movie is so painfully addicting that it's so hard to blink on it for fear of missing out on any emotion you expect them to deliver, at which they never failed. Watch with a box of tissue, a pillow, and if you have the luxury of having a hand to hold-hold onto it because the pain is just too real.