One thing I have often noticed in my life is that I am drawn to two different kinds of basically anything that can be defined as a noun: person, place, thing or idea. One is BIG, important sounding, having an air of authority (real or presumed) and possessing great charisma. I like these people, places, things and ideas. I talk about them a lot.

The other, which I ultimately respect more, is quiet and understated. These people, places, things and ideas do not have much–if any–advertising: they speak for themselves and their eloquence is not less powerful for not being repeated elsewhere. These are the stories, ideas, objects and art that I really love; the people I truly want to be like.

One movie that rather defines the second category is Neverwas, my favorite movie of all time.

Neverwas

Neverwas is also the movie that you simply can’t review. The power of this film is being experienced, being lived with no idea what comes next. Further viewings deepen your respect for it, draws your attention to the subtle details (at least, it did for me); but it really needs that first viewing.

If you are going to watch it, my advice is don’t look it up online. Don’t read the reviews or the ratings. Just watch it. It is probably too intense for young children, but there are no scenes you will need to fast-forward on account of skin or violence.

What I will say is that this is a movie that will break your heart and put it back together somewhat wiser than it was before.