Or: How a film put me back on track after depressive, obsessive, repetitive comfort viewing.
A few years ago I went through what was then the most catastrophic break-up I had been through after a two-year relationship. I'll spare the gory details, especially since reconciling with said other party, but this isn't even the story of that.
This is the story of Nicholas Stoller's Forgetting Sarah Marshall and how through it I recovered and got back on my feet. A film that went from a fun first watch years prior to one of my favourite movies of all time. A tale of the power of cinema, catharsis, and resonance.Read More