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I finally saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind last night, after wanting to see it for the better part of a year. I knew I would like it—I love Charlie Kaufman's work, with Being John Malkovich ranking in my Top Ten movies, and I loved the concept of the movie and it's trailers—but I didn't know I'd like it this much. It's been haunting me since I saw it—concepts, themes, moments, lines, scenes—they keep popping up. I cannot wait to see it again. And again.

Now that's a movie.

I'm deciding the reason I loved it so much is because it's so real. Yes, it's a quirky movie that revolves around a science-fictional brainwashing procedure and has lots of special effects—but it gets love, real, true love. In this film, love is romantic and all-powerful, dark and dirty, dramatic and mundane, good and bad. Love is wonderful. And love is shit. Love is soulmates on ice. And love is chinese food on the couch.

Having all but erased my big ex, Joe, from my life, and sometimes thinking it would be easier just to dump and forget my current Duncan, the movie hit something. And I'm still digesting it to figure out exactly what.

Kaufman and co. deserved their Oscar, and Winslet deserved her nom. This is an excellent, beautiful film about how wonderfully flawed love is.