The book is not a romance, or it’s only a romance if you have a very generous imagination.

But it’s powerful. Consuming. Anguished, like the weather that fills most of its days. I didn’t exactly like the book, for the same reason I’m still dealing with the aftermath of the movie: it is dark without redemption. In the end, there is only inescapable pain.

The movie gave me exactly the same feeling.

The frames, the color, the blend between old and new. As art, it’s stunning.

But I am too old for tragic love stories. The world is already dark enough for me to fully enjoy the amount of trauma this story brings.

So I loved it. But it’s only to me watched once.