Source * Every once in a while, a film doesn’t just portray a disease—it becomes the quiet echo of something we’ve all feared but rarely name: the slow erasure of identity. Still Alice hit me there. Not just because of Alzheimer’s, or the slow-burning tragedy of a brilliant mind dissolving—but because of the chasm between a mother who once had everything to say and a daughter who grew up believing she was never trul…More
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