This is what a debut film ought to be,
But it really does feel like just that, a debut.
Guided by the impulse of infatuation,
Two lovers (who think they’re much more
Mature and developed than they are)
Make silly decisions without much forethought,
Leading one to regret,
And apathy for the other.
I love Holly’s musings throughout:
Plain, matter-of-fact, but opaque.
It’s hard to tell how she feels about Kit:
A trance of nostalgia embroiders
Her soliloquies, sure, but…