Tuesday, January 29, 2013
It's Kind of Fitting that the Most Depressing Film of the Year is Called "Love"
(Have you ever heard of Meet Up? It's this cool website where you connect with people online, but then do stuff in real life. And it's not for dating. It's for broadening your circle.)
(It's like Match.com for friends.)
(And it's free to sign up.)
A few months ago, I came across a group called Orange County Women and Film. Intrigued, I checked out the group and joined, always meaning to go to one of their events, but never quite making time in my schedule.
Well, with the Oscars approaching, I'm in a bit of a time crunch to get through the rest of the Best Picture nominees.
(Four to go as of today...)
And the group is trying to see all the films of the nominated Best Actresses. Fitting since it's a group about women and film.
So Saturday's selection was Best Picture nominee Amour, which stars Best Actress nominee Emanuelle Riva.
('Amour' is French for 'love.')
I was looking forward to seeing this film that was deemed one of the best pictures of the entire year and super excited that it was all in French with subtitles.
(And I totally understood about 80% of the French, which isn't bad considering how long it's been since I've actually used those dormant language skills.)
Plus, it is called "Love" and how could it not be good?
Well, it's a pretty good movie.
And one of the most depressing things I've ever seen in my entire life.
It's about this old couple. The entire movie takes place in their Paris apartment. The wife has a stroke and the husband takes care of her as her condition gradually becomes worse and worse.
The whole time, I kept thinking about those years of caring for my ailing grandmother. The film was so realistic that it took me right back to some of those difficult times.
The performances are great. Really, really great. Emanuelle Riva deserves her nomination.
But the movie is completely, totally, utterly depressing.
I felt like I needed to double up on my Effexor after it was over.
It kind of made me laugh that a movie about love would leave me feeling so distraught and wrung out like a dishrag. But then, I thought it kind of made sense. Because love is depressing.
But you know what isn't depressing? Hanging out with a new group of people who are into the same weird/artsy movies that I like. And actually having someone to talk about them with after they're over. It's fun to have a newly expanded circle of friends.
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