It was raining. Proper rain. For hours. It was lovely. The temperatures weren’t cold, the was wind and the rain was bloody gorgeous. There’s more rain coming soon and I’m looking forward to it. It could rain every day for the next month and I’d be happy. I guess the only surprise was a flood on a roundabout but I drove through it and considered it to be an under-chassis clean. I went to watch Klara and the Sun and afterwards I rated it on IMDb as 6/10. There’s a system to describe the scoring and it’s communicated in this communication. Oh, I have no idea what the tide was doing, it was dark and raining and the visibility wasn’t great.
I really enjoyed the film. It’s pacing was lovely. The colours were great. The story has me thinking. I’m still not really sure what happened at the end and what that means for the story before that. Maybe this film is the story of how humans ended up worshipping stupid things? I don’t know. It was perfectly enjoyable.