“I was haunted by the idea that I remembered her wrong.”one of the greatest explorations of grief, guilt and what it means to remember. the perceptions of those we love manifesting into portraits of them, that are incomplete, because we always miss something, they’re always plagued by emotional biases and the memories of before and the pain of after. we can never really know a person fully, we can never have the complete image in our consciousness, but having someone special enough to have even a fragment there forever is more beautiful than anything. the best film of soderbergh’s life.
