The movie My 30th Wedding is proof that, no matter which road we take, there will always be moments when we sit with uncertainty and wonder about the road not taken.
Monica really pushes the idea that suffering = virtue. At some point it stops being sympathy and starts feeling like the character is trapped in victimhood almost like she derives pleasure in suffering because what rubbish.
I really wanted to root for Thony in The Cleaning Lady, but at this point she just frustrates me more than anything. Her decisions keep making things worse, and it’s getting harder to stay on her side.
Some days, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and realize you are equipped with a sword and a shield, and the anger that you woke up with can be triggered with just a hello. Today is one of those days.