Hank and Asha

In the half-afternoon that it took me to watch this movie, I relived strawberry honey summers, the burning leaves of smoky maple autumns and the first chilling rains that drove us into winter. In exquisite/excruciating shorthand, Hank and Aisha reconnected me with all the innocence, surprise, delight, fear, daring, giddiness, joy, disappointment, empathy, passion, guilt, longing, fury, regret, heartache and a host of other teachers that taught me the tender, shocking lessons of my first loves. Story, characters, dialogue, acting, sets, cinematography - they were all just right, and the choices made by the actors felt absolutely true, again and again. I'd read descriptions and watched trailers for 20 or 30 different movies, but when I found this one, it suddenly seemed ridiculous that I'd even bothered with the others. And it was as good as it sounded - the best movie I've seen in a while, and I'll defomitely be recommending it.