
'The Last of the Love Letters' review - a haunting meditation on isolation
A woman languishes in her room. One moment she's sprawled across the bed, burrowing beneath the covers, the next she bolts upright and pulls the sheets tight, trying to align her inner and outer worlds. When she opens her mouth to speak ("It's important that you know..."), it's as though an overstuffed hallway closet has tumbled open in her mind, demanding she make sense of its unwieldy mess.We've all been there, perhaps more often in the recent past than ever before: Alone with our thoughts,...