Before watching Pavane, I thought it would be another slow artistic film about grief, beautiful visuals, quiet sadness and a predictable emotional arc. But what I didn't expect was how personal it would feel. At its heart, Pavane isn't just about loss, it's about the distance that grows between people who once understood each other without words. The way unresolved guilt lingers. The way pride keeps families from healing. And how sometimes the hardest thing isn't saying goodbye... it's saying what should've been said when there was still time. The film follows its characters as they circle around old wounds instead of confronting them. The tension doesn't explode, it simmers. And that's what makes it real. Their silence feels louder than arguments. Their shared history weighs heavier than any dramatic twist. What stayed with me most was how the movie portrays regret not in a dramatic, tear-jerking way but in small painfully human moments. A look held too long. A memory triggered by something ordinary. A conversation that almost happens. Before watching, I expected sadness. After watching, I felt reflection. Pavane doesn't overwhelm you with emotion, it quietly places it in your hands and lets you sit with it. And that kind of storytelling lingers long after the credits roll.

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