I wasn’t sad; I just needed “A Gift”

Today is Holi. And I just saw — “The Gift” starring Cate Blanchett. Throughout the morning today, I kept maladaptive daydreaming of a certain someone. I couldn’t see his face, but after the movie, it turns out Greg Kinnear fits the guy’s persona (In my defence, I liked him in “Little Miss Sunshine” and “Stuck in Love”).

I have been gifted.

Sometimes, I am so scared of acknowledging my gifts — my senses — that I am afraid I might lose them.

Throughout the movie, all I could think of was how beautiful every part of the movie was. The protagonist. Keanu Reeves, of course. And it hurt me to see Mr. King morose for his beloved daughter. How devastating!

I hope no father ever has to see their child being taken away so inhumanely.

My favourite character would probably be Buddy. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but then I recalled he starred in “F.R.I.E.N.D.S” as Phoebe’s brother.

It is such a beautiful ending. I knew who the killer was all along, but to see it unravel — well, truth be told, it did lack my interest.

All I could think of was:

“Do people like this exist? The ones who have a Gift?”

“How excellent was Keanu Reeves!”

It takes a lot to be believable as a good, vile villain.

Then again, it was just a story, and if ever there exists a real story like this, it’s better unheard for me, for I cannot expose myself to empathy and compassion and sorrow (Pains me too much that they are helpless and I am not capable of helping them).

The Gift (1:47:30)

I do not claim to have watched all the great movies. But I do claim to have had fun in my Ignorance.

Take care!