One of the Darkest and Most Beautiful Romantic Comedies Ever Made: Harold and Maude Review

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I’ve been on the verge of suicide at numerous points of my life. I keep trying to convince myself that everything is going to get better; yet nothing I find out of my life is set to really change that. Even my own peers seem to be of no use to me anymore, even when I feel like they’re supposed to be the ones I trust most. My whole life feels like I’m just stuck inside of a void that only digs a much deeper hole as it keeps going on, and I lose track even of what is supposedly happy in this world anymore. Sometimes I find myself watching a movie hoping that I can find myself escaping this void even if it lasts temporarily, but even as that feeling can provide temporary relief from the most painful moments in one’s life, we leave hoping it would last forever. Then there comes a film like Harold and Maude, which also has a lingering empathy for what brings people like myself to where we are right now, even amidst all the absurdity of what goes on – but perhaps that helps in ensuring the film’s own statement on life lasts on, it’s absurd, full of joys, with the inevitable sadness, that’s how we continually move forward.

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Rosemary’s Baby – Review

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I still have very vivid memories of the first time when I watched Roman Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby – it was at a point in my life when my interest in the horror genre was only steadily growing and I stumbled across it as it was playing on television. I could not stop thinking about the film ever since, and thus I watched it again at my next opportunity. But I quickly begun to realize why Rosemary’s Baby had grabbed me in the manner that it did, for Roman Polanski’s American debut still feels timeless – and remains one of the very best horror films ever to have been made. It’s a horror film that isn’t limited to excelling as one of the best of its genre, but among many more reasons it has only stuck around over the years so beautifully it goes down to the bone of where our fears are built.

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