It’s really hard for me to write this review because every time I think about this film I want to go back to sleep or at least stuff myself with chocolate until I no longer feel. Imagine “The Notebook”, re-imagined as an indie with a soundtrack by Grizzly Bear and the camera-work less cinematic more “Kourtney and Kim” style real-life. “Blue Valentine” is a film an NPR listener can be proud to wipe their sloppy face on their shirt over. Finally, a thought-provoking tear-jerker. Of thoughts like, “Love is everything,” and “Whhhy???”
Michelle Williams takes great advantage of her perma-I-just-stopped-crying-face while Gosling embodies the dream all-American boy-next-door that you never had because your neighbor was a skinny bald man who compulsively renovated his house for his dead mother while living in the garage. The twist ending- spoiler alert- everything beautiful dies. Ow. My heart hurts really bad. I felt like I was their happy child- whose parents didn't get divorced and steal each other's licence plates in fits of vindictive rage. But that illusion has been ripped away from me. I wish there was a hole inside my matress I could crawl inside.