I was reminded last night of why there is no such thing as a free movie, and if I decide to go to a screening of a not-yet-released-film, first find out what it is about. A friend of mine talked me into attending a screening with him by dropping the names Laura Linney and Phillip Seymour Hoffman, two of my favorite actors. I didn't need to hear anymore, since I knew the acting would be superb.
I was even willing to sacrifice dinner, so we could make it in time. While in line we were told that camera phones are not allowed
in the theater and it was suggested that you take it back to your car. Yea, right, what are
they going to do, search my purse? They did and of course I got busted for having a camera and a camera phone. I always have them with me, not because I
am a papparazzi, but I have a blog to support and you never know when you will run into something worth documenting. As soon as I saw they were searching purses, I handed my phone to my friend who immediately hid it in his back pocket, because heaven forbid, I should be without my phone for two hours. How was I to know they also did a full-body frisk with a hand wand, so I had
to make the trip back to my car with the camera and the phone. No way in hell did I have any intention of photographing this movie and even if I did, who would want to look at them? This is another example of Hollywood putting way too much importance on themselves.
The film revolves around a pair of adult siblings (Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Laura Linney) who
are obliged to care for their estranged and ailing elderly father who they hardly knew. As the movie progresses, they confront the legacy of their
upbringing and the realities of responsibility. There was more baggage in this movie than United Airlines loses in a year.
The film was depressing as hell and not just a little depressing with hope that things will get better. The two adult children who never had any love for their father, are stuck spending the last couple of months watching him die a slow death in a Convalescent home. Which is everyone's worst nightmare.
Although I thought the acting was outstanding, I cannot shake the visuals (adult diapers, the sterile, inhuman feel of the Convalescent Home) and the painful reminders of how hard it is to grow old and face all the difficulties of reaching the end of the road we call life. It brought to the surface some feelings I had suppressed about my own father's demise and the sad and lonely downward spiral as our body and mind let us down. This movie was way too real and depressing for the average movie goer. I have no idea who the demographics are. I
would rule out anyone over fifty, anyone who has parents that are
getting up there in age and anyone under 40. It was a long, painful couple of hours that I can never get back.