I watched this movie the other night with my boyfriend. I had to remove myself emotionally in order to watch it without a constant stream of tears. Fly on the wall. It was real, raw, and unapologetic. The documentary-style made watching some scenes horribly uncomfortable and voyeuristic; we are essentially eavesdropping on the most intimate moments of their lives. And these are some pretty tough moments. I wanted to look away, or at anything but them. It was the same awkward feeling you get when you witness something you aren't supposed to, like catching a coworker crying in a bathroom stall. I felt like I shouldn't be seeing this, it's just too personal. We all have skeletons in our closets, we don't need to see our neighbours'. The raw intensity of their love and hatred towards each other made it hard to watch. I found the most challenging scenes to be the ones showing how they first found and fell in love with each other. The juxtaposition of moments of first love and those of the fatality of the relationship were extremely hard to watch.
The critic reviews have been positive; the viewer reviews are a bit mixed. Comments about the film being awkward, lacking in direction, being overly depressing, or noting the absence of a score in certain scenes are common. That's the point of it, to make us feel as awkward and depressed as the characters are. I personally love movies with little to no music. It leaves a large portion of interpretation to the viewer; there is no music to tell us how to feel so we have to figure it out on our own -- a scary prospect to some.
I highly recommend this movie. Depending on the state of your relationship (or lack thereof) you could think this was bullshit or right on the money. I wouldn't say that it was the best movie I have ever seen or that it completely altered my view on love and relationships; it has done what every other favourite movie of mine has done, it made me think.
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