pattern i could find

it's hard to put into words my feelings after watching 'never let me go'
just by the title of it, i know i's definitely a tragedy, a love tragedy
yet i wanted to watch it so much eventhough i have not touched the novel yet

the movie is definitely beautifully done, with angles and classy color tones that i'm so in love with and with exactly what i perveived as the British taste of movie-making

and the irresitible charm of British accent that never fails to arouse me

the cast makes it complete with my favourite actresses

and certainly the point is the story
what intrigues me is the juxtapose between the short span of living time of children in the book and a normal human's life
the so peaceful-and-carefree-looking life of them and our mundane,busy, casual and chaotic world
their sole simple yet unbearable task
and their powerlessness over the life they had to lead

but what strucks me hardest is probably their excruciating pain upon awaring their complete and absolute confinement of the life they had to live through

no escape
no hope
no dream
not even time
..............

a wish of love that is far beyond reach, rendered total imposibility
like a deep wound being tortured over and over again
until the bearer is no longer able to withstand it and wither away in the blackish pool of despair
...
and somehow it seems astonishingly real and concrete to me
the awareness of an impossible wish

as i wonder how i'm going to live this lie.
human, creatures of weaknesses