“Like Kissing Snow” Confoundment would be too subtle a word to describe what my mind was traversing as I watched the movie, the whole and entire film that is. Had I read any Proust, watched any other work done by Ruiz beforehand, I may have had a clue of what to look for, what to expect or what to look out for - it was utterly perplexing, absolutely baffling to my virgin eyes and ears. …showed first 75 words of 1244 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1244 total…they’re in fact even worthy of presenting us with any sort of entertainment in the first place. For the ordinary it may be; for someone who has had the pleasure to witness and soak up such magnificent work as Ruiz’s and Proust’s all at once, nevertheless, it may be too offensive a thought. Insulting. Even if we must stress ourselves to understand the dense and difficult plot. But that’s just me.