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This is what I would
call a "quiet" movie. The tone and tenor never really changes
throughout, there are no sharp edges, no abrupt turns and no conflict,
really, beyond the ups and downs of human interactions.
Quiet, especially in this case, is not necessarily a bad thing. There
are those older Lasse
Hallström movies that are kind of quiet, but bubbling with
power. This doesn't have the understated grace of those movies, as
its tone is much more ironic and comical, but it does have that cycle
of life thing going on that something like a What's
Eating Gilbert Grape had.
This film most certainly has the feeling that it was a stage play
(although it wasn't). The two main actors (Phillip Seymour Hoffman
and Laura Linney) are on screen the entire time once they're introduced,
and their dialogue is smart and intelligent, funny, wry and poignant.
Granted, Hoffman plays to type as the tortured intellectual mess,
and Laura Linney does her best woman-verging-on-forty making awful
life decisions misery chick. He is a theater professor and PhD (who
teaches theory and history and not actual acting and stuff) at some
university in Buffalo and is desperately trying to get his book about
some obscure playwright done for his publisher. She is an unpublished
playwright who moonlights in various lame office temp jobs and uses
their stationary to send out grant applications for any and every
foundation on earth. If it sounds slightly heady, I guess it is. But
that's what makes the film work. Here are these two intellectuals
who are dropped into an all too human situation: having to deal with
their elderly father and his decline into dementia and/or Alzheimer’s.
Now the two must stop thinking about academic endeavors and start
thinking about adult diapers, and, ultimately, the real life of a
real person.
We do get a sense, although aren't ever expressly told, that the father
who is now in their care was not the best father in the world. He
may have been, in fact, quite a lousy dad--and a downright lousy human
being. But now he is their charge, roles are reversed, and it's their
turn to be kind to him in a way he was never kind to them. And how
does one show one's love to a parent while sticking him in a nursing
home in Buffalo, New York? And let the dysfunction begin. The movie
essentially brings the two siblings' lives into focus. Both struggle
with relationships, their jobs and just dealings with life's daily
chores. Only by observing each other do they notice the flaws in themselves.
And both, in their dying father, have the common source for that dysfunction.
Linney and Hoffman are perfect as the self-absorbed, pathetic siblings.
Their pitch is perfect and so is the realistic script. The writing,
and the actors, don't ever slip into melancholia or melodrama, and
always manage to keep an edge to their performances. It may be intentional
that these two people, who have no sense of humor about themselves,
often end up, in some of the poignant scenes, laughing at each other
or at themselves. As the movie progresses, the father almost becomes
incidental to the plot, as we move further and further into the relationship
between the brother and sister. The most interesting fact about the
whole thing is that we really don't delve into their past, into the
childhood that helped shaped them into the complicated people they
have become. We know their father is the lynchpin in some way--the
tie that binds, but it's only subtly alluded to throughout. It's not
until the very end of the film that we get a true sense from where
their strangely co-dependent relationship comes. And it's done in
such an artful and subtle way that it really brings all of the emotion
and understanding to a single, and extremely lasting, image. Bravo.
[DVD]
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