Movie: The Lobster

I make no secret of loving surrealism. Artistic expression that pushes the limits of reality is a source of untapped emotions, a perception of the new, the opportunity to be reborn and see something for the first time. I've found myself focused on things that don't seem to change, the violence, the shortsightedness, the stubbornness presented in the scroll of daily events. The Lobster is a film that wipes it all away for a moment and replaces it with something different, something initially absurd, but with reflection, something allegorical, something intimately poetic. The heart of the story reminded me of 1984, forbidden love in a world incapable of allowing individual freedom. The context of that love shined a light on the expectations of love from the outside, the subtlety of judgment between couples and loners was magnified, the line between them turned into a wall of violence and metamorphosis. As a viewer, I was rooting for love, but there was an ultimate cost which presented a question. Do we seek the opportunity to learn from a partner, to learn from each other's vulnerabilities, or do we seek a partner with the same vulnerabilities, a chance to not feel alone with our individual flaws? Personally speaking, this is a very hard question to answer.