The first woman kills someone, the whole show is silently suffocating with barely any music, the second woman kills and gets killed, the scary sound effects run through I'm sitting on the couch about to shiver, the third , finally ended in a whirl of happy accordions and red high heels and floral dresses. I finally felt lighter, even though everyone knew it was a fairy tale, as sweet and surreal as the cover of this movie.
But life is less likely to have murderous games, and less ecstatic fairy tales of runaways; reality is not as rigid as a church pendulum, and crises often don’t come so dramatically that we are never forced to collapse, explode, destroy or flee. So, what we can often do is to breathe unhurriedly at the origin, and be slowly cooked like a happy frog.
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