We are all made of air, there's stars in my eyes, and there's sun in my hair, and I'm running away, it makes me feel better.. It's just like you told me it'd be, It's nothing at all.
She cultivates a taste for small pleasures: dipping her hand into sacks of grain, cracking crème brûlée with a teaspoon, and skipping stones at St. Martin’s Canal.
A candid Australian claymation about two unlikely pen-pals, Mary and Max. I’ve blogged about this movie twice before, and I will do so a third time since I just got done watching, yet again. Claymation films are my absolute favorite, and the detail and tedious work that went into this movie is brilliant. If you haven’t seen this film, you need to. If you’re not a fan of claymation, you still need to. If you’ve seen it already, you need to watch it again.
Such a lovely movie, brings a tear everytime.
