After seeing Michael Haneke’s Amour (2012) a few years ago at the Sydney Film Festival, a mass hugging session ensued on the street outside with my friends who’d also survived it, sitting in various other corners of the State Theatre. We were all tender, brutalised, and somewhat elated by the shared experience of being ripped open. Even if it was too much, we felt that it was worth the trauma.
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