Isolated Northern ubiquitous unity, tumultuously tethered, erratically inundated, to immerse yourself in wills withstanding galavanting glacial inefficacious lugubrity, viscid amorous personal sacrifices stabilizing paramount im/permanent tidal proclivities, embraces pure and reckless harmonizing disputes like polished flagellated leather, seductively saddling sentimental sensations, buckled broncos buck, minus 30 below.
Inexhaustible lovers suddenly bitterly torn by news that one must head South, Roman (Dan DeHaan) derelict in distress, Lucy (Tatiana Maslany) aware of the agony.
Obscurity.
Frigid lunge frolic.
Kim Nguyen's Two Lovers and a Bear everlastingly exonerates to latch in longing, passionately deconstructing itinerancy, bashfully needleworking flukes.
She understands the terrain and smoothly works in several serious issues facing Northern communities without saccharinely besieging her wild poetic narrative.
Inflammatory psychiatry.
Testaments of true love.
Currently my favourite fictional act of love ever.
The past haunts them both.
Great things happening in English Canadian film.
It doesn't introduce you to the North or acclimatize you piecemeal, rather it farsightedly attunes the flight in distance, freeing the story from hewn explanations thereby.
Interiorized.
I would have handled the bear's introduction differently, his first scene with Roman anyways, a bit more time to groundwork the shock.
The abruptness integrates a cheese factor which fortunately melts as time passes.
Supernatural.
That's two romantic films I've loved this year.
That could be unprecedented.
Hearts hearthbeating.
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