Manchester By the Sea is incredible in the most understated way. I was smiling at first because there is this vast contrast where there is classical music (loved it) in the background against this pure coarse language and at first it seems like it should be this extremely over-acted dramatic film, and instead it just felt like I was invading someone’s actual life by being there in the background. I didn’t actually laugh or cry, but spent watching the movie feeling and being numb at the same time. I was brought back to my own memories of that kind of overwhelming grief and brutal realism that’s so powerful and you have no idea how to even deal with it and your heart keeps panging and tears wells out of one of your eyes. Casey Affleck says a million words without speaking. There is such an understanding of real grief, and it made the whole film so cathartic. It cut me like a knife and was a relief at the same time to let grief wash over me. Throughout the movie, there was a huge lump in my throat to accompany my sore throat. It was drastic, subtle but yet honest grief, which reduces you to depression where it’s more than sadness but the numbness that consumes one and isolates you from others, going through life on autopilot feeling nothing… but what made the movie most different and realistic was that it didn’t end with the protagonist bouncing back to their old self like their pain was nothing, but showing that not everyone is capable of moving on easily. There should be warning labels reminding people like me that such movies may remind you that we are human beings !