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Jul. 6th, 2009 01:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nigeltdeFor some reason, the coincidentality of which I suppose relies upon the preposition that all stories do not spin on these axes, I have seen two movies about love and death this weekend. One of them was The Fountain, which was visually arresting and thematically interesting with an excellent score and doesn't deserve the bad reviews it's received. It's good science fiction people with beautiful actors and afterwards I spent two hours on wikipedia reading about queens regnant.
The other was The Ballad of Jack and Rose which is an absorbing and devastating portrait of two people who mean everything to each other and how that doesn't really work, especially when one of them is an aging hippie slowly coming to terms with his life choices and mortality and the other is his precocious daughter. This is a seriously good movie, beautifully written and directed by Rebecca Miller with a performance by Daniel Day Lewis and his jutting spine that just shits all over everything else he's done, by which I mean, he is fucking amazing, and Camilla Belle is great too, and so is the supporting cast, and if you can take the subject matter I can't recommend it highly enough.
The other was The Ballad of Jack and Rose which is an absorbing and devastating portrait of two people who mean everything to each other and how that doesn't really work, especially when one of them is an aging hippie slowly coming to terms with his life choices and mortality and the other is his precocious daughter. This is a seriously good movie, beautifully written and directed by Rebecca Miller with a performance by Daniel Day Lewis and his jutting spine that just shits all over everything else he's done, by which I mean, he is fucking amazing, and Camilla Belle is great too, and so is the supporting cast, and if you can take the subject matter I can't recommend it highly enough.
