Beautifully meditative, though its affective power gradually diminished for me over time. The asymmetry of only reading the replies and witnessing one side of the conversation was intriguing, yet I rarely felt compelled to imagine what Akerman herself might have written in return. 

I imagine this was intentional: an invitation to observe rather than inhabit, but it soon grew tiresome. Maybe that's on me, I don't know.

Father Barry smoking as he gets hoisted out of the bowels of the ship yard is now one of my favourite images in cinema. I was hoping for a slightly more dramatic crescendo, as it all together felt slightly rushed.

A lot of fun though and Brando is fantastic.

I still can't quite believe that I analysed this in a first year theology module. 

And they say that University isn't value for money.