Kalpit Tandon’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Running around, catching a lot of light". "In moonlight, black boys look blue".
Somehow, those blue oceans, deep wet eyes, maddeningly chaotic score, modest conversations, sweepingly lonely vistas, intimate personal takes and all the deep rooted alienation of Chiron has left me scarred. There has been a constant sadness that is following me since I saw Moonlight. A heavy burden, a lingering feeling which I'm unable to identify with; an itch which I can't satisfy, a wound which is mildly throbbing and a numbed sensation on my chest which refuses to come alive.
I'm revisiting scenes, hoping to find light in this bleak tunnel. I want to convince myself that there were some redeeming factors while Chiron grew up. I want to convince myself that this was not the only fate sealed for him. I want to know that his life had other directions to go. I'm craving to see that it was his choices and not the environment, that molded Little into what he eventually became.
Maybe I'll re-watch Moonlight some years later and come out with cohesive thoughts. As of now, I feel too small to write about Moonlight.