If you grew up in the early 2000s, you know the drill. It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon. You’re flipping through channels, and you land on HBO. Suddenly, you see a man in a white suit rowing a boat down a glassy lake surrounded by swans. You tell yourself, “I’ll just watch five minutes.”
That diary is the third lead of the film. It is the physical manifestation of memory. It is proof that what they had was real. When Allie has her moments of clarity (the panic, the screaming, the heartbreaking "I’ll be back to you in a minute"), she is fighting against a disease that wants to erase her identity. The diary is her anchor. Un Diario De Una Pasion
So, yes. Go ahead. Watch the scene where they reunite on the street in the rain. Watch the final scene in the nursing home. Let the tears fall. If you grew up in the early 2000s, you know the drill
