The Thing With Feathers
If grief appeared before me as a gangly, foul-mouthed, eight-foot tall crow who spewed insults, I’d assume I was done for. Which is what makes The Thing With Feathers so oddly compelling. The crow doesn’t appear before the Sad Dad in this film (played by Benedict Cumberbatch) to harm him, but help him. The crow wants to shock him out of his grief so that an even worse creature doesn’t do him in, Despair. As far as therapy options go, this one beats Yoga and keeping an “emotion journal”, either of which would push me off the deep end.
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