There’s the “Mysterious French Lady” who travels to Dublin multiple times a year just to pay respects to someone she has an unspoken connection to. Then there’s the woman who walks sixty-four steps to her sons grave; and the story of a gift from a man to his dying father. All these stories revolve around the topic of death. They are all people’s experiences with death and we get to see how they cope with it individually and as a culture. There is a certain beauty to the discussion of death and afterlife. It is such an oddity for humans. The discussion of death from all different walks of life – all interconnected to this one sanctuary – is terrifying, but so very alluring. However, let not the cinematography and musical scores go unnoticed. The cycles of morning and night through montage-transitions between dialogues were wonderful and the technicolor of each scene accurately matched the vibes of each moment. The significance of Pachelbel’s Canon to any individual contrasting with that of a cremator and the tribute songs to Luke Kelly really got me thinking about the importance of rituals to some and the insignificance of rituals to others. Nonetheless, nothing hit me harder than the overlying story that seals itself in the
There’s the “Mysterious French Lady” who travels to Dublin multiple times a year just to pay respects to someone she has an unspoken connection to. Then there’s the woman who walks sixty-four steps to her sons grave; and the story of a gift from a man to his dying father. All these stories revolve around the topic of death. They are all people’s experiences with death and we get to see how they cope with it individually and as a culture. There is a certain beauty to the discussion of death and afterlife. It is such an oddity for humans. The discussion of death from all different walks of life – all interconnected to this one sanctuary – is terrifying, but so very alluring. However, let not the cinematography and musical scores go unnoticed. The cycles of morning and night through montage-transitions between dialogues were wonderful and the technicolor of each scene accurately matched the vibes of each moment. The significance of Pachelbel’s Canon to any individual contrasting with that of a cremator and the tribute songs to Luke Kelly really got me thinking about the importance of rituals to some and the insignificance of rituals to others. Nonetheless, nothing hit me harder than the overlying story that seals itself in the