Maybe it hit me harder because I was alone (Amy has work tonight and then her work Christmas party) and so I took it more personally. But I felt it was like falling into a painting. Plenty has been written in the reviews about how beautiful some of the imagery is. But what I've not read about is how intensely sad the movie is. It's a movie about loss and death, and the fact of those two inevitabilities permeates every frame of the movie, while Jackman's character fights ferociously to overcome them. (Jackman is very good in the movie — there's so much emoting and intensity required of him and I never thought it was forced or unearned.) Even the ending, which is about renewal and rebirth and hope is bought at a cost.
I'm not going to try to analyze the movie too much. It was like moving into a painting — beyond the surface image and into the brush strokes where you could feel the emotion behind each placement of pigment. The intention, and the emotional drive behind this film was very clear and resonated with me. What a beautiful, sad, transcendent movie.
Just found this quote by Aronofsky about the movie, which I think is pretty great:
“I think that we've got this tiny window that we're here, alive on this planet, in this universe, and one of the best things we can do with that time is love. And, it's the biggest cliché, but it's true. It's that great victory that makes us human. Not to say that other creatures don't have it... but it's definitely ours as well to have. I think it is one of the great things about humanity.
And, for me, this is a film about what makes us human. There are two things in this film that make us human — and that's being able to love and being able to die. How they play out and intermingle is what makes the film's story.”
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