I found every moment of this film captivating. As an identical twin whose twin died at birth, I am uniquely qualified to evaluate twin behavior. You see, I move through the world differently. Othered. Half of me absent. Severed. So when I observe their rich, dynamic inner world in their bedroom, I see a gorgeous imaginative life, sequestered, but rich and unspoiled by the gross ministrations of outside cultural influence. The filmmaker captures the intimacy between identical twins that can only be articulated through art, dance, play, or music. "You will never find joy if you want to be alone." They are so wonderfully weird...when viewed through societal norms. But their silence isn't loss. Nor is it sad. This film is neither reckless nor subversive of their challenges. Rather it articulates almost flawlessly their playful, desperately painful yearning for authenticity in the world that most people shy away from. I haven't seen a film this engrossing in over a decade. As a writer, I don't merely understand them. I am them. And I applaud and grieve their choice to shun their loved ones while simultaneously wishing I had the courage to live such a deeply rich inner life, isolated and unspoiled. The soundtrack weaves beautifully in tandem with their creative evolution. A lovely and endearing surprise. Ignore the critics. Settle in with a glass of wine. Don't tell anyone you're watching it. Keep it secret. Keep it close.
Review of The Silent Twins
