It could have been shot on film, lit splendidly, the New England sky an omnipresent observer of every humiliation. Instead Lonergan relies on the poignantly ordinary surroundings, the hopelessly realistic, in order to better communicate the true horror of enduring hardship. Life will not be beautiful to better contextualize your suffering. It will always pile on indignities. You will always be just a human, governed by your wretched frailty and the randomness of life and death.
January 14, 2017