Last night I went to see Me and You and Everyone We Know on its last night at the Art. I came away from it feeling like I had been in someone's dream, where things don't have to make sense, but where they connect with a kind of beauty. The two boys chatting online with a stranger about "back and forth. forever," had the entire theater absolutely rolling in the aisles. And there were a few scenes so sweet I cried, but in a mostly happy way, if that makes any sense. Most movies that provoke tears leave you feeling emotionally drained, but these scenes managed to uplift instead. Like the two girls running down the street, free and innocent for what is surely almost the last time. Or Peter and Sylvie lost in a dream world of kitchen utensils and perfect families. Or Christine, feeling she's lost a chance at potential happiness, pounding the steering wheel in tears as she cries, "fuck life, fuck children, fuck peace!!"

This movie was sweet, and funny, and beautiful, in its own scattered way.