"Sorry Morvern,
Don't try to understand.
It just felt like the right thing to do."

The first time that I watched this movie, I did not like it.
To be honest, I was, how can I put this... I was bored.
Which is strange, because Lynne Ramsay is one of my favorites.

Well, I've just finished re-watching it,
And I loved every second of it.

A year between viewings and a more seasoned appreciation for non-narrative cinema was all it took for me to realize that this film is a masterpiece.

Random string of initial thoughts:

*SLIGHT SPOILERS BELOW BUT NOTHING PLOT RELATED*

- It's one of the most technically brilliant and aesthetically appealing films I have ever seen.

-…

Morvern Callar has one of the bleakest cold opens of any film. We see the titular woman (played by Samantha Morton), as she wakes up with her boyfriend dead from suicide on the floor and a computer screen that says "READ ME." The note instructs her to "be brave" and to send his novel to various publishers he's listed. That's the plot portion of the opening, before we even get there we lay with Morvern on the floor, her fingers in her lover's hair, the lights flashing one-two. In a wider angle we see that she's lying on the floor with his dead body, the white lights flashing, alternatively, from the Christmas tree in their shared flat. Morvern then goes…

I am in a curious position of having read several reviews on this site for this film over the last few months, and thus some small idea of what it was about and like before hand. (This is my favorite of those reviews, though the five stars on this one inspired me to watchlist it and its presence on that feminist list on Flavorwire drew me to watching it now).

So, of course, these are the lenses through which I watched it. Morvern moves quietly through loud noises and bright lights, in a ghostly state, almost, as her friend seeks more immediate and carnal delights. Much is made elsewhere of the boyfriend's letter to Morvern, what it suggests about him.…