Frozen: The Cold Colours of Life Sneaking by that bylane, those deep dark eyes having so much to convey, the starkling innocence awaiting corruption, and that naïve beauty, it all was innocently real, it had nothing false about it, it was innocence packed in a plain package of innocence. The name of the movie instantly conjured up images of either awe, shock, magic and ironically pain, bondage and obviously...
by Jehan Handa at May 12th, 2009 at 06:05 am