Donnie Darko viscerally resonated with me in 2001… Re-watching the film last month, at 37, reminded me of who I was and who I am… Such is the mechanics of our emotional evolution with art. In 2001, Donnie Darko’s narrative somehow made perfect sense to me. In 2017, I’m less sure of the convoluted particulars and less patiently inclined to sort them out. At this point in my life, I’m drawn less to puzzle boxes than to a rapturous purity of empathy and aesthetic.
April 29, 2017