Movie Recommendation Time: The Jacket.

First it was The Pianist (2002). Then Detachment (2011). Russovoir has been captivated with Adrien Brody for his choice of films like a pianist in detached concentration. It was only, and only fate, that a film of his came to his fancy, inspired by the general perception of what Brody signs up for from realized roles. The Jacket (2005), in between film masterpieces mentioned, is an underrated masterpiece. 

Almost poetic in celluloid, it took Russovoir a good hour to understand the subtlety of its plot. He was not satisfied, he played it again, coming close to an emotional jar. Partly maybe the film had a note of bittersweet - eventually it'll be sweet; you'll see - romance. And the other part, an emotional infliction against oneself for being heedless on such a pivotal hour. Going back to the scenes of which were in oblivion was the only solace. Russovoir cannot allow a film, any film to pass him without fully grasping its story. However ambitious, ambiguous, or just plainly dull the plot is, his brain after all has the final decision of its recall reflex.

Strap yourself in, and strap them well, because anyway, they won't matter. The Jacket however strangles the mind, a mindfuck of genius. Interest that rapidly brims towards the end, as if overcompensating the void of confusion it left; that good thing to those who waited.

"I was 27 years old the first time I died."

"I was 27 years old the first time I died." The line Russovoir didn't know what to expect at all. The title itself gave nothing away to the gist of the plot; a brilliant ruse. What went on were assumption after assumption that stifles Russovoir in agitation; the excited agitation.

Russovoir won't say anything more that would reveal the well-thought-of story it unfolds. Best believed Russovoir is already excited had you put this on your list. It has given him adrien-aline.