We watched this new movie tonight, Supernova, with Colin Firth as Sam, a pianist, and Stanley Tucci as Tusker, a writer.
They are a long-term couple, based in England. They've rented a small RV and take a road trip. The story primarily concerns Tusker, who is suffering from dementia. Deeply in love, they're grappling with the grim turn of reality their lives have taken.
I emphasize strongly that this is not a movie for everyone. It is paced leisurely and deliberately, with small, subtle strokes. There aren't any big, over-the-top moments. In other words, the very antithesis of a "Hollywood" film. I have a hunch many simply will not like it, will be left feeling dissatisfied with its spare, uncluttered storytelling. Others may find the subject matter too unpleasant.
We both loved it.
It is a tale of true love, and the pain of imminent loss and fearing the end of that love.
What makes this movie so special is the combined talents and presences of Firth and Tucci.
These two actors are prodigiously gifted: they don't seem to be "giving a performance" so much as, rather, completely inhabiting their characters. You don't get the feeling of things having been "worked out," but actually *lived.*
In their eyes, expressions, and postures, you see their innermost souls reacting to each other, reactive to the smallest nuances of intimate awareness and knowledge of each other: they act exactly like you would *expect* of a real-life couple.
There is nary a false or sham move from either Firth and Tucci, and you're taken into their very hearts and souls.
It's a devastatingly moving, poignant film.
They are a long-term couple, based in England. They've rented a small RV and take a road trip. The story primarily concerns Tusker, who is suffering from dementia. Deeply in love, they're grappling with the grim turn of reality their lives have taken.
I emphasize strongly that this is not a movie for everyone. It is paced leisurely and deliberately, with small, subtle strokes. There aren't any big, over-the-top moments. In other words, the very antithesis of a "Hollywood" film. I have a hunch many simply will not like it, will be left feeling dissatisfied with its spare, uncluttered storytelling. Others may find the subject matter too unpleasant.
We both loved it.
It is a tale of true love, and the pain of imminent loss and fearing the end of that love.
What makes this movie so special is the combined talents and presences of Firth and Tucci.
These two actors are prodigiously gifted: they don't seem to be "giving a performance" so much as, rather, completely inhabiting their characters. You don't get the feeling of things having been "worked out," but actually *lived.*
In their eyes, expressions, and postures, you see their innermost souls reacting to each other, reactive to the smallest nuances of intimate awareness and knowledge of each other: they act exactly like you would *expect* of a real-life couple.
There is nary a false or sham move from either Firth and Tucci, and you're taken into their very hearts and souls.
It's a devastatingly moving, poignant film.