The Wall
The Wall is one of those films that seeps into your soul and lingers there. Every frame, every note feels like an intimate confession, a brutal expression of pain, confusion, and isolation. There’s something profoundly raw about the way Pink Floyd, more specifically Roger Waters, crafts this narrative. The alienation isn’t just a theme, it’s the very air the characters breathe. And it’s hard not to feel the weight of it.
I’ve always been drawn to the story of Pink, the protagonist, because, in so many ways, his journey of self-destruction feels like an unraveling that could belong to any of us, in moments of intense emotional fracture. It’s not just his story; it’s a reflection of the crushing nature of loneliness, the kind that creates an invisible wall around you, separating you from the rest of the world, leaving you and your mind to wonder.