TaylerRustin 9-3

I enjoyed all of the films we watched in class today, but the last one really grabbed my attention. It was The Routine, written and directed by Bob Giraldi. This is the moment I want to park on:

This woman has lost a large part of her identity. Here she is, dressed as her husband, waiting for his return but fearing the worst. She is sitting in a closet. Later we see her looking out a window, still in the coat and tie. She does this often. I wonder if she picks out the same suit every time. I wonder if she was upset when she got that message. Not all women like surprise events, especially when you have to find a babysitter. I wonder if she regrets that initial frustration now, when she sits in his coat and listens to his voice and wonders if she will ever have that half of herself back. For now, as she looks at herself, she is acting as both. How many nights are stretched before her, hollow nights of pain and fear? How many have passed? How many can she stand? How many could you?