Yesterday my wife and I embarked on our journey into Diablo III Reaper of Souls Ultimate Evil Edition on PS4. She is playing a Crusader (of course) and I am playing a Demon Hunter.
This game is SO polished and SO well tuned to keep you playing. It looks fantastic and the sound is excellent. I foresee a lot of weekday evening gameplay in our future.
Having finally watched La Vie d’Adèle, I’d really like to talk about it. So much about the story was obvious from the outset and yet it was still compelling.
It was honest in a way American film so rarely is. Raw and unattractive, yet beautiful in its truth. You knew it was never going to have a happy ending. That isn’t reality. And yet, it made you hope. I spent so much of the film wanting to see Adele finally look at home in her own skin. But that was the point right? She never really was. She chose a life. She lived it. But it wasn’t hers. It was fear. It was bad timing. It was safe. It’s what so many of us accept.
Don’t get me wrong, there are issues with the film. I’m ignoring the elephant in the room because I don’t think it’s really the point. There are a lot of questions I can’t answer. But that’s life right? More questions than answers.
It’s very late and I’m way beyond eloquence and articulation. I should probably have saved this for later, after I’ve had time to think. But I believe it’s important to capture the initial reaction before it gets filtered and categorized.
Also, Adèle Exarchopoulos is fabulous.