Raw, adjective: 7. brutally or grossly frank: a raw portrayal of human passions
Oh wow. "Atonement." Saw it yesterday. Totally gutted. Exquisite, flawless. Line stretched around the corner at the old little theater on Fillmore. Nary a dry eye in the house.
Long florid sentences feel silly, inadequate in describing this one. Hadn't read the novel myself first, and went into the film essentially blind, which is without a doubt the way you need to see it. Don't read any reviews; you don't want to know more than what unfolds in front of you minute by sweltering minute as James McEvoy swaggers up an English manor road clad in a tux, unknowingly walking toward his doom in the few moments of a summer evening in 1935.
Love the period, love the aesthetics; Keira Knightley's gorgeous 30s costumes, the quiet pale green-blue color so reminiscent of the era covering many of the walls of the servants' quarters, the sweeping vistas and the field of red poppies and that expert 5-minute tracking shot along the beach at Dunkirk and McEvoy's silhouette against a black and white movie screen and the cottage on the sea with the swells and the cliffs and a blond little sister whose role becomes ever more clear as the movie progresses.
Oh, sigh. Your heart. Will throb.