as peaky blinders the immortal man hits netflix today, I can finally share my thoughts and honest opinion of the film from when I saw it two weeks ago on opening day in theaters... if you've not seen it yet, my review may contain spoilers.
Cillian Murphy has said along the way that this film is for the fans. After viewing the film in theaters on opening day, I can say without a doubt that this film was not for the fans. This film is not what we wanted in any way, shape or form. I can objectively appreciate and admire certain details, such as the acting, music, cinematography and certain poetic elements. However, the part of my that holds a beating heart, one that has always beat deeply for this show, bleeds out with what they have created. This film is not a justified addition. It manages to be darker, heavier and more depressing than all of the other seasons combined. There was no preparing for the emotions I felt.
It was one of the most gutting, devastating, disappointing experiences I've ever had. To have something so deeply woven into your heart, as if it were a part of yourself, ripped away in the manner they did, is a pain I'm still grappling with even weeks later. The tears I cried, the pain I felt... I physically folded in on myself in that theater seat. Gutted, devastated, hurt in ways that I could never prepare for. It was like experiencing a death. A brutal loss. To have these characters, this world taken away, felt like they'd gone and ripped my heart straight out of my chest.
My body still remembers all of it. The sobs that shook my bones, the gasping for breath, the pain radiating through my very soul. The impact was so powerful, so devastating and slightly traumatic to witness on the big screen.
To witness your comfort character, your comfort show ripped away from you and destroyed in the way they did... it leaves a gaping hole with nothing to help heal the ache.
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