tells us that humans (men?) build patterns to return to that one ephemeral 'true' moment. if you are a woman your image (mirror, veil) will repeat itself as mask under a violence that feeds on itself and slips past you. the schoolgirl, the mother. even though egoyan crafts a film of profound distance and individualization, of projection and disconnect it ends on a note of tenderness. a touch inside the simulation.
mia kirshner u are everything. jenny's backstory for the Actually Good L-Word that only exists in my mind.
I'm like a bird