Three Films That Left Me Quiet

This week I watched three indie films that left me… not healed, not heartbroken—just quiet. The kind of quiet that settles in your bones. 🎞 The Room Next Door A dying war photographer asks an estranged friend to live next door while she chooses her final moment. No drama, just presence. The color palettes, the city corners, the clothes—they’re all so deliberate, like every frame knew what silence felt like. The snow falls, and she chooses to go. Not tragically. Just… honestly. 🍂 Where the Summer Ends A French countryside, old friends, and that strange tension when beauty hides bitterness. Like a poisonous mushroom on a postcard. No one’s fully good or bad. Love and resentment live side by side. You feel it most between the mothers and daughters, the women who know too much but say too little. 🍰 My Favorite Cake An Iranian gem. It starts with loneliness, ends with rebellion. Two elders drink, dance, and defy silence. You hope they get their ending—but life isn’t a festival, and this isn’t a fairytale. These films didn’t comfort me. They just told the truth. #Entertainment #movie #MovieConfession