Through My Window
Directed by Marçal ForésRaquel is madly and irrevocably in love with Ares, her attractive and mysterious neighbour. The thing is, she has watched him from afar because, much to her dismay, they haven't exchanged a single word. But Raquel has a very clear mission: to make Ares fall in love with her. However, she is not an innocent, helpless girl and she is certainly not prepared to lose everything to achieve her goal, most importantly not herself.
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- SelinaApril 4, 202503/04/25-20:52 04/04/25-finished
- Yashika RajputJuly 26, 2025Of course, this movie was good. It had intensity. It had passion. It had that dark, chaotic tension you sometimes crave in a love story. But... something was missing. Every time I watched a scene, I felt like I was searching for more — and not finding it. I wanted to love Ares. I tried. But… I just didn’t. He was too cold, too distant. From the very beginning, he acted like Raquel didn’t mean anything. Like she was just… there. And then suddenly, boom — we’re supposed to believe he’s in love with her? I didn’t feel the shift. I didn’t believe it. It felt confusing. Unsettling. Like I was being told to fall in love with someone who never truly showed up. Raquel though? I loved her. She was bold, vulnerable, chaotic — all at once. She felt. She wanted. She dreamed. She was the kind of girl who was too much for this world, and I loved that about her. Her best friend? I liked their bond. It felt natural. But even there… something felt off. Like they were good together, but not magic. You know? And let’s talk about Ares’s family — His father? Couldn’t stand him. His brothers? Even worse. There was so much darkness, so much toxicity — and no healing. It was draining. But if I had to name one comfort character, it was Raquel’s mom. Soft. Supportive. Always there. No drama. Just love. She was the kind of mother who lets you make mistakes but never lets go of your hand. And in a movie filled with chaos, she was my calm. Still… I don’t even want to talk too much about this movie. I don’t hate it. I don’t love it. I just… felt something off. Something that didn’t sit right in my chest. Maybe that’s the point. Or maybe some love stories just look better from far away… through a window.
