Achingly tender. The story starts when I was just 17 days old. I’m sure that had nothing to do with the story, but it held me there, at the start. Professor George Falconer (Colin Firth) is an English Professor of English in Los Angeles dealing with the tragic death of his lover of 16 years in a car accident.
He relives the life he shared while in the depths of grief that he struggles to overcome. Switching between inconsolable misery and flirtation with young lovers the screenplay for me was so tender you could feel it. Teaching Aldous Huxley to his students great quotes that I wish I could have recorded were interwoven through the storyline: ”Experience is not what happens to you. It is what you do with what happens to you”.
George’s lifelong friend Charlotte (Julienne Moore) lightens the story to compare George’s situation with her pathetic self-pity at her divorced status. Moore’s role was much hyped, but added little to the story for me.
I loved the cars, the 2-door Mercedes Benz with ticking analogue clock and wind-up chrome bordered windows. Falconer’s house was an architectual dream “windows in a lush sub-tropical Californian garden”. I hope the director’s know that people like me love to notice these details which can make even a mundane movie a feast for the eyes. Not that this was a mundane movie.
Only infrequently in life do moments of great clarity come to us and this movie reminds us that this can only happen when we live in the moment. The past is gone, the future is uncertain. Now is where the power is.
I liked it. A lot.
And that’s my first movie memo!
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