I wrote a little blog post over at Relief Journal‘s blog about the movie Her and how relationships make us mature:
In the days since I saw the film the second time and noted how the film lingers, at the end, on a shot of Theodore and Amy, I’ve thought about whom, exactly, the titular Her is. Maybe it’s purposely left ambiguous.
But it’s made me think about how if we’re doing it right, if we’re really living, we’re always growing up, our whole lives. The me of one year ago never could have imagined everything I’ve thought and felt and experienced in the past twelve months. These are things I’ve gone through not alone, but with others. Sometimes I think I’m becoming more foolish with age, but becoming more foolish can be a form of growing up, I think. And growing up, Her says, is something we can only do alongside others.