Even though I had great seats for the play, the movie hit me harder. The camera got right up into the actors’ faces just as the story gets into your face. Meryl Streep was brilliant as the pill-addicted mother of her three daughters and wife of an alcoholic. Julia Roberts got to shine in a way that she hasn’t since she’s gotten older and tried to fit herself into romantic comedy for the middle aged. (Remember that fiasco with Tom Hanks?)
Even if you don’t have three sisters (I do) and a mother who was addicted (I did) August Osage County takes you to the heart of all great tragedies.
Just when I think I’ve found the most Oscar-worthy movie, along comes another.
HER, a sci-fi romantic drama set in the L.A. of the very near future, is about Theodore Twombly (Joaquim Phoenix,) a lonely guy imploding after a divorce from a childhood sweetheart, who falls in love with an OS, an operating system, voiced by Samantha (Scarlett Johansson.) What flesh and blood woman can compete with a female artificial intelligence programmed to be emotionally in tune with you, who is more brilliant than any mortal could aspire to, more seductive because of existing only in the imagination, and able to be shut off at your convenience?
But how this movie can change our lives is that it reminds us that in order to have a hot relationship, each person has to continue to change and grow, and let the other person be him or herself.
This is a film for writers, for people who love great writing. Not only is Theodore a writer of moving letters he composes for others to make a living, but every line that Spike Jonze writes is quirky and emotion-packed.
I’ve been wrestling with which great film I’ve seen recently should be “best film,” and I have to choose HER, because of its profound imagination and insight.
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Like spirits, they haunt me from this old photo–the suffering that had been through during a pogrom, hiding in a forest, making their way to Germany, traveling in steerage to America to be reunited with a father they barely remembered, the father they hadn’t seen in ten years. The shock on my father’s face. The memories of his brothers killed in the pogrom. The responsibility he bore as the remaining son in a family of women, selling matchsticks in the town square when he was four. It’s easier to forgive your father for the hurts he dealt to his own children when you can see him as a boy. .
Yes, the movie got raves, tons of hype, but apart from a few LOUD laughs, the characters, to me, were so unsympathetic. Oh, yes, they were products of the 60′s folk scene all right, but there was, unfortunately, a lot of yawn space. But those cats delivered some performance! And they didn’t even have to sing.
OUTRAGEOUS LIES: Critics say KAYLEE’S GHOST is REAL and actually wrote the popular novel for Rochelle J. Shapiro.
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I saw Andrew Lloyd Webber’s THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA years ago from the nosebleed section. I couldn’t even see the phantom’s face when he was unmasked. This time, upward mobility sent me downward. My seats were so good that the chandelier almost swooped down on me. Continue reading