Movie Recommendation Time: Speak.

The film that loosely reminded Russovoir of the classic Filipino hit TV series of the 90's Kung May Katwiran Ka, Ipaglaban Mo! (If there is a Reason, Fight for It!). Trauma caught the best out of Melinda Sordino (Stewart) after a year-end party ended parts of her brain that induce her to live in the moment, the unique human connection and interaction by one's existence. Instead, she was the emcee of her own consciousness. Blue and red balloons - depression and rage respectively - airs out one by one and simultaneously, gradually popping malevolently, inside her head, like a careless whisper from a gas tank waiting to explode. Confetti was a luxury she cannot afford.

"No, I... I wanna tell you about it."

First seen in Panic Room (2002), boy, does Kristen Stewart master the art of panic. I admire Kristen Stewart because she knows what she is capable of, accepting roles that manifest certain attributes from the character: in pain, in struggle, and in sangfroid. Her scope is this, her limitations are these, making her desirable in one minute, ignored in another. The span is as drastic as it is lingering because Stewart became one of the richest and coveted young stars in Hollywood.  

  

"After all, essentially, an actor brings a character to life because he has found himself in the character." - Russo.

Speak will leave you speechless as a once blooming girl bowed down withering to her thorns that is her unspeakable past. A courageous woman that she learned to be over time, she felt the warmth of the sun in her that brought back life to one reticent petal at a time.