Moonlight ★★★★★

*Listening to Mitski’s Old Friend*

Maybe Chiron knows this feeling very well, may a little too well, the helplessness of having no idea where one is heading. When the world that evolves around him has instantly been yanked off; ripped to shreds until there is no more gravity to drag him back to safe zone, as we watch him get carried elsewhere by the current of time, of the ocean known as outer space. Like being forever lost in the middle of nowhere, cast away to the very heart of the sea. The blues and the bruises intermixed to give off a lustrous glint, one that is as mysteriously bewitching as the eclipse of the moon, which conjures an image of the distant place full of passion where time moves, oozes in the form of fluid.

He’d learned a lot from the sea, ever since when he was little and back then they called him little, in the arms of a drug dealer named Juan who took him in his arms. He was taken farther from the shoreline but at that time, he knew he was safe, even the waves seemed gentle enough. A few kicks and he was ready to go out on his own. However, now, it is different. Suddenly, he gets washed over by an overwhelming lonesome sensation, and the stuff that remains real and tangible to him is a sense of absence, with no peace to have and no love to receive in this masculine domineering world. Without any beautiful nostalgias to treasure, surely, the only feelings that stay behind are hatred and frustrations but what makes Moonlight so special is the tactfulness that resides in Barry Jenkins’s capability to transmute the inner rage into a sincere expression of unadulterated intimacy. Albeit having consumed enough of heartbreaks, Chiron still looks up at the gleaming blue, soft sand between his toes, bathed in the color of pain and love before flowing out in reverie. All he has to do is quietly pull the moon closer to him. Nicolas Britell’s music swells to the point until I swear I could feel something lay within me was going to burst. Moonlight is a small film of grand gestures, so grand its imagery will never be able to evaporate from the deep recesses of my mind.

The jukebox, again, is singing a familiar tune. A clear rush takes him by the hand, but Chiron does not mind where it's going to take him, his eyes say it all. All the years have silently gone by, his body’s changed, he’s grown bigger but his yearnings are still the same as if the past were still there, inhabiting inside his chest. The sky gets dark, but in the end, Chiron is not alone. Yes, he has drifted further from land, but this time, there is someone next to him. Chef’s special.

Final words: Five Stars.

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