How would you rate "Lion"?
Have you ever been in a situation where
your hearts tells you to love something but your brain wont do it. I felt the
love growing for Lion as I sat in the theater. I felt the sympathy in the woman next
to me or in the couple holding hands in front. I felt the hearts breaking pretending to
imagine what must have been like to be in the young protagonist shoes, and as if my
position to the subject matter depended on my reaction towards the film, I felt
guilt for no loving it, even though my heart wanted to.
