Saturday, February 23, 2013

Not the best choice for me today

I am in the grips of Oscar fever again, as I am every year during awards season. So when I saw Amour was playing at my local theater, I couldn't wait to get over there and buy my ticket. As an Oscar aficionado, I'm aware that Emmanuelle Riva, at age 85, is the oldest actress to be nominated in the lead category. She also seems to be the only one who has a chance to upset Jennifer Lawrence tomorrow night. So I was stoked.

I'd heard the film was a love story about two long-marrieds reaching the end of their lives. That's true, as far as it goes. What I was unaware of was what an unsparing portrait of old age and illness it paints. After Anne, the character played by Riva, suffers a stroke, she is on a swift and brutal decline toward death. She loses first the use of her right side, then control of her bladder. The meds she must take to combat the pain leaves her speaking gibberish. She is frightened and angry. Her loving husband is forlorn and exhausted.

It reminded me too much of watching my 77-year-old mother fight for her life last September. Like Anne in the movie, my mother ultimately lost her battle. And it was one very brutal battle indeed.

So while there is much to this movie to recommend it, I'm sorry I let my Oscar mania overrule my sense. This is not the movie I should have seen while battling the blues. There's a Die Hard movie playing on another screen in the very same theater. Why didn't I opt for Bruce Willis in a torn t-shirt? That's always guaranteed to raise my spirits.


  1. tomorrow hit the other movie.

  2. I've had that happen - I started reading a book about a young girl who had Ewing's Sarcoma (same as Lauren) and it was just too soon after we lost her for me to go down that road again.

    I just couldn't relive all those feelings of loss and sadness so I can sort of understand how this hit you hard.

    Take a shower, turn your empathy dial back to zero and lose yourself in something frothy. It will soon pass.


  3. I fell into a funk watching the five episodes of the HBO series Girls and realized I did my 20s wrong. It doesn't usually bother me to be an old fuddy duddy but tonight, it does.


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