I’ve always been drawn to sad and lonely characters, not for the drama (okay, konti), but for the quiet truth in them. I came into White Nights expecting that kind of depth. And while I deeply appreciate the message, I found myself a little bit disappointed in how that message was carried. Even the briefest connection can change us, yes. The story is emotionally sincere, yes. The dreamer’s loneliness is raw, yes. But everything often spirals into self-indulgence rather than growth. Or maybe that’s the point? His hope feels more like desperation, and while that may be intentional, I didn’t feel like I was watching a person unravel. I felt…