Movie Review: Clara (2018)
We spend our lives adrift, but we hardly notice being lost. Instead, we set our sights on the furthest star, and we throw ourselves against the wall because we have to believe that something better waits on the other side. Or maybe it is all random, and we are nothing but particles, dust. Our lives ebb and flow in so many alternate ways, and loss cuts us deep. And we’re disconnected, never realizing that the strangers who find us are leading the way back to shore. Their stories are fragments, little rocks to fall into the holes that have eaten away at us, and their foundation builds us back up and returns our hope. And we regain our footing, only to slip once more across the jagged edge of tragedy, but instead of falling do we cling to their words, their vision. And we see what they see, and no longer are we adrift but anchored to them. And we move forward, throwing the past to the waves and saying good-bye, never expecting an answer back, but somewhere in the distance, the universe is playing our song. The violin is resting against the strings of the movie, Clara, and we are still reaching for the stars.