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There is something profound about a film that understands weight, not in the physical sense, but the kind that lingers unseen. The kind that shapes our posture, our choices, and the way we move through the world.
๐ ๐ฒ๐บ๐ผ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฎ๐ถ๐น is about that weight, the burdens we inherit, the ones life places upon us, and the ones we place upon ourselves. It unfolds in stop motion, a medium that demands patience, where every movement is intentional, every frame a decision. There is no illusion of effortlessness, making it the perfect metaphor for a life that must be carefully pieced together.
Grace narrates her life not to another person, but to her pet snail. That alone tells us everything. Some people speak to the world. Grace speaks to something small, something that carries its home wherever it goes, something that will never leave.
She has never known permanence. Born into grief, separated from her twin brother Gilbert after their fatherโs death, she grows up in a home that does not understand her. The world builds shells for us, expectations, roles, imposed narratives and we build our own in response. We believe them to be protection, but they are walls.
Elliotโs animation does not seek perfection. His figures are misshapen, textured, asymmetrical, their imperfections carved into them like histories that cannot be erased. That is why the movie feels so devastatingly real, despite its surreal world. It does not attempt to recreate life as we see it, but as we feel it, the weight of it, the quiet tragedies that accumulate like dust, the way grief is not a single event, but a slow erosion of what once was.
Grace clings to the past because it is the only thing that makes sense. Her letters to Gilbert are her lifeline. But letters are not presence. Letters are not warmth. Time, that great and merciless thief, pulls them further apart. The tragedy is not sudden. It is in the realization that some things cannot be recovered, that people fade from us even as we hold on.
But snails cannot move backward. And neither can we.
There is a temptation in grief to reconstruct the past with enough care that maybe this time it will not slip through our fingers. But life does not allow for that. It does not suggest healing comes in bold declarations or that the weight disappears all at once. Instead, it asks a quieter question. What if we could carry it differently?
Grace believes she is fragile, that the cracks within her are signs of weakness. But the truth, the quiet revelation is that nothing truly fragile survives as long as she has.
The final moments of the film are not about a grand transformation, but a shift. Small, almost imperceptible. The kind of change that matters.
Some films entertain. A rare few shift the way we see ourselves.
This is one of them.