Donnie Darko is the kind of midnight cinema that feels like philosophy, heartbreak, time travel, and teenage dread had a dangerous, thoughtful child together. It doesn’t comfort you first — it studies the strange with such sincerity that comfort arrives only after you’ve already accepted the unease as part of the emotional deal. Donnie exists like a question mark with a pulse — brilliant, troubled, observant, wry, dissecting reality because reality always felt thinner than the storm in his mind.