It doesn't happen very often that I have to rewatch a film because I forgot about its contents. In fact, it never happened to the degree I experienced it with Khristine Gillard's Cochihza (2013). I loved the film the first time I saw it, and this was only a week ago. But a couple of days later, I couldn't remember a single scene. I could have said that the film was special, and maybe my not recording this beauty is an indicator of that. Or maybe it isn't, and I merely try to . . .
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