“i love it here….i can feel my life”.
words spoken from a woman to her lover early on in the gut-wrenching film, in the bedroom. i ignored the advice of demi s and went to see it. while she’s an otherwise fabulous girl (just like her beautiful mom), her opinion that “it sucked”, was way off base. maybe the lack of a tidy ending bothered her? or the dark subject matter? or the slow pace? maybe she shares this critic’s feelings, but i thought it was a great movie. it’s about a family in a small maine town that experiences a terrible tragedy and how the grief following it affects them. marisa tomei has always been on my top five hottest brunettes list, so that got me in the door. the excellent acting (tom wilkinson and sissy spacek along with mt) and very real, emotional story kept me there. it doesn’t go for the easy sentiment a lot of films stoop to (by the way, if you look up “easy sentiment” in a dictionary, you’ll find a picture of roberto benigni and the line “see ‘life is beautiful'”). the feelings this movie evokes are not necessarily happy ones, but it does evoke and, as i’ve said before, a film that makes you feel is a film that’s done what the filmmaker wished it to. there are some haunting balkan folk songs throughout that add to the mood and for poetry lovers, there are two excellent scenes where a player in a poker game first recites part of a william blake poem (which was last used to great effect in, one of my all time faves, jim jarmusch’s dead man) and later, in a powerful moment, part of a longfellow poem….
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy’s foot.
The poison of the honeybee
Is the artist’s jealousy.
william blake :: auguries of innocence
the famous coda of that poem, which is not recited, goes
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”
henry wadsworth longfellow :: the lost youth