A film that never answers any questions, but lets you resonate with the relationship, actions and consequences of these ill pared, out of sync lovers.

You know the end when you start, but you drag yourself through the mud to reanalyse every single painful detail. What else do you do when you can't stand each other, but you can't stand to be apart from each other? Is this love? Or is love a concept mislabeled, propelled by films like this that seem to glorify harmful and destructive relationships by malicious and foolish people? Shot in sumptuous black and white, with a stunning soundtrack and stellar performances, Cold War is not a romance film, but rather a tragedy. That’s what it is for a while, and then things change. The pain, torment and anguish is very tangible, and despite the fact the key characters keep making terrible mistakes that lead them into worse and worse positions, I can't help but feel I would make the same steps. Russian Doll could just be the Natasha Lyonne solo show, one wild-haired renegade trapped in a deadly rut.

It took me almost a year to rewatch Cold War, not for lack of want, but for how hard film was to revisit.

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