Amour

Five days before my 96-year-old grandmother passed away, I sat in an empty theatre and watched a matinee screening of Michael Haneke’s film, Amour – a love story centred on the dying days of an elderly woman. I didn’t know my gran would die so soon and looking back, my viewing feels morbid. But that is what I felt like doing at the time: disappearing. It was autumn and the days were growing shorter. One of those Melbourne days where the grey hung over everything – I wanted to hide away in a cinema and forget my own sadness by watching a sad film.

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[First published in Edition 2, October 2015]