I decided I like the movie when the haunting melody of “The Blower’s Daughter” led me into the opening.

The attractive cast of Clive Owen, Jude Law, Natalie Portman and Julia Roberts certainly did add charm into the movie.

But most importantly, was the underlying theme of “truth“(or alternatively, you can view it as “deception”) in this movie adaptation of a successful English theatre play, though some of the elements were majorly different, and therein hides the little cleverness hidden behind easily-missed significance.

It is a film about strangers.

Hello, stranger.

A new life, a new name, a new city/country, a new face in the crowd. A stranger. Loved like never before. Until the point a part of you died.

“Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off—but it’s better if you do”

4 years later, he has never known you.

Yet, you aren’t who you are. You are just a person who took on an identity from a random moment of serendipity. Or maybe, you didn’t want to be a stranger, but just that no one cared enough to find out.

Was the life before that 4 years your reality, or was that 4 years your reality? Or was that one night, the one night where 2 lost hearts met, that you finally get to be who you are, albeit masked with frivolous seriousness.

When you get back to the real life you had, you became another stranger in your own country, and what awaited you, was a fate that holds no future.

The irony.

It closes with my favourite Damien Rice’s song, like the way it started.

At the end of it, just another stranger.

***

It has been 2 weeks since I last spent a weekend like this, not venturing any further than my bed, and having some marvebulous rest.

Napped till evening, woke up to watch some videos, had dinner, and watched a very talented young miss displaying her emotional blackmailing skills.

Snapped on my retainers and hopped into bed and watched Closer. Then couple of episodes of Nanny.

And I fell asleep early again, before woken up by a bout of ache and cold sweat at 8ish, drifted in and out of consciously till 10ish.

And I believe this is one of the earliest Sundays I have had, operational ready after my daily HK, local, UK, US news updates (yeah, always in that sequence) as I planned a few work items for today.

How did my weekend disappear so quickly?