I Believe in Unicorns

During my teenage years, I would probably have loved this film-I constantly imagined I was in a Weetzie Bat-esque Francesca Lia Block headspace. But as an adult viewer, the fantasy fell flat-at the end of the film I craved more of Davina's reality.

In spite of its fanciful tendencies, the film nails the growing pains that result from love and loss.

It rings true, resonates as real even in its fantasies, because it is rooted in a place of authenticity, in subjectivity, in emotion and in storytelling.

Not just a voice, a resounding roar.