My parents had always been less than stellar when it came to boundaries. With the divorce, however, the closeness has become too close. Some things are better left unsaid. Some secrets are better left hidden. The hardest thing about being an adult is the realization that, really, all adults feel like children.
Though the walls are gone, the people who were inside them will continue to hold each other up. And while that family will build a new house -- new walls -- the truth is, wherever they are together, that's where they'll be right at home. (Even if it takes a few more tear-stained pillows to realize it.)
For several days now, I've been struggling to understand why I'm so out of the loop on this one. It's not because I don't like experimental films or Richard Linklater. I didn't like Boyhood because it wasted my time with mostly unlikable characters, generally bad storytelling, and a whole lot of nothing.