Before I watched the film, I was skeptical about its title. “Amour” or “love” felt far too generic: I expected a tired storyline to match its overly-ambiguous and overly-ambitious title.

But instead I was left feeling touched, moved, distressed, melancholy, somehow nostalgic and strangely serene. It was a flux of different emotions that kept washing over me in the hours, days, weeks and months that followed.

I still find myself wondering about the film, trying to come to terms with the very new, very confusing ideas and possibilities the film offered.

I was forced to truly revaluate my most basic beliefs and ideals about love and relationships, particularly how those notions may change – no, must change – in the face of death.

By: Bahar Orang

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