Irish intergenerational trauma in anemone

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this raw, emotionally devastating film, which I watched flying back from Vancouver last night...as it has the resonance of a deeply personal work. It’s a testimony in textures of what it feels like to venture willingly into someone else’s trauma, resentment, grief, and shame, and to just be with them there, in that trouble...The return of Day-Lewis is worth the price of admission... It’s a typically spine-tingling performance from the Oscar-winner, who does incredible work slowly unfurling Ray’s stern, hyper-masculine facade to reveal the wealth of emotion raging underneath...& its especially timely in its reminder of the horrors of war and of the lingering effects of intergenerational trauma, & specifically Irish intergenerational trauma, as Daniel-Day Lewis' mesmerizing performance captured the trauma of my maternal Loyal Orangeman Irish Grandpa Bob, whose unhealed trauma of having taken revenge for the IRA having killed his best friend became the central intergenerational trauma of my debut memoir Killing Justice...