one of my favourite movies, mystic river (2003); watched it countless times but i didn't review it. it's poetry. subtexts don't get anymore richer than this. modern nightmare is fashioned by distrust and suspicions amongst friends and families; important people like your wives who just can't believe, let alone understand. lives destroyed in a blink of an eye followed by the lingering aftermath that swallowed everyone around. we are all in it, together. in the car, spending the rest of their lives justifying. the desperation of loss that drove people to madness for closure, if only one can place the blame on someone so that it all made sense. it didn't. you just continue living and take it. incomplete lives as trivial as unfinished words on a slab of wet cement.
Sean Devine: So Jimmy, when was the last time you saw Dave?
Jimmy Markum: The last time I saw Dave...
Sean Devine: Yeah, Dave Boyle.
Jimmy Markum: Dave Boyle...
Sean Devine: Yeah Jimmy, Dave Boyle.
Jimmy Markum: That was twenty-five years ago, going up this street, in the back of that car.
Jimmy Markum: The last time I saw Dave...
Sean Devine: Yeah, Dave Boyle.
Jimmy Markum: Dave Boyle...
Sean Devine: Yeah Jimmy, Dave Boyle.
Jimmy Markum: That was twenty-five years ago, going up this street, in the back of that car.
clint eastwood's cinematic best.