PG-13, 127 min.
Director/Writer: Michael
Haneke
Starring: Jean-Louis
Trintignant, Emmanuelle Riva, Isabelle Huppert
Death is awful. That’s too
kind. It fucking sucks. I apologize for my language. Anyone who reads this blog
regularly knows I use foul language sparingly. For this subject it’s
appropriate to capture my anger over this subject.
I lost my father to cancer
two and a half years ago, and I’m still angry. I don’t express my anger over it
much, but it’s there. There’s nothing nice about death. People say that it was
good that someone might die this way or that way, but that’s just a coping
mechanism. The reason we need those is because death is nearly as awful for the
survivors as it is for the dead. In some ways it’s worse for the living because
it goes on.
My father said that he was
ready in the end, and I’m sure he was; but I’ve no doubt he must’ve gone
through the anger at some point at least internally. The woman in this movie is
quite angry about her condition. Death is a big “Fuck you!” to life, because
there’s nothing you can do about it. That goes against everything life is
about, and there isn’t anything or anyone to even be mad at. It’s a fact of
life. Shit.
Sorry.
“Amour” begins with two
break ins into the home of an elderly French couple. The first is the police
breaking into the apartment to find the woman’s tenderly displayed corpse. Then
the film flashes back to a night at the opera. When the couple returns home they
find someone has broken the lock on their door. Death has broken into the home
of their lives as the woman soon suffers a stroke. The film then takes us
through the final stages of her life as her husband cares for her in their
home. It’s awful.
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