What a beautiful film Mike Flanagan’s The Life of Chuck is. But for one to get its beauty, the film does demand concentration or attention. It’s disjointed in all the right ways and mysterious in many places. It contains echoes of details you will have to surrender to in order to believe, and limns the sweet without succumbing to the saccharine.
There were chunks of the runtime where I was just smiling like I was nuts — most of it when people onscreen were dancing. The dances! You will love the dances.
It’s about the end of the world, and how everything, even the stars, just goes out in a whimper. It’s about beholding mortality and what you choose to do with your waking moments. It’s about choosing to dance, because the beat of life is just inescapable. It’s about knowing that you are wonderful, that you deserve to be wonderful, and that you contain multitudes.
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