Evening
We, the threesome, saw "Evening" this morning. The other two are definitely morning people, and I'll go along if I happen to be awake, as I was today. I won't go to the fitness center at 5 am, but a film at 11, that I can do.
Roger Ebert wrote a scathing sarcastic review, so I was expecting the worst. On the other hand, I could not imagine how Vanessa Redgrave, Meryl Streep, Toni Collette, and Natasha Richardson could possibly be unwatchable together. Put those gals in a room and I'm eager to watch them do anything at all or nothing.
Redgrave's character (Anne) is dying, sleeping, dreaming, talking, and getting past and present confused. The daughters' widening eyes remind me of how much I wanted to know family secrets and could never get my mother to say anything but platitudes. When long-lost friend Meryl Streep (as Lila) visits and crawls into bed with Anne and they talk, their faces maybe an inch apart, in closeup, I am so there in bed with them. Minutely examining every crease and softness and tiny change in their faces, I feel frozen in awe of their intimacy and honesty and tenderness. These women are magnificent, truly magnificent actresses. To be so real, so true, with a face twenty feet wide, every mark of beauty and age exposed, minute after minute... it's a marvel to behold.
Ebert really missed the boat on this one.
Best of all, my anxiety is relieved. Sweet friendship remains true, despite my error. I am so happy.
Roger Ebert wrote a scathing sarcastic review, so I was expecting the worst. On the other hand, I could not imagine how Vanessa Redgrave, Meryl Streep, Toni Collette, and Natasha Richardson could possibly be unwatchable together. Put those gals in a room and I'm eager to watch them do anything at all or nothing.
Redgrave's character (Anne) is dying, sleeping, dreaming, talking, and getting past and present confused. The daughters' widening eyes remind me of how much I wanted to know family secrets and could never get my mother to say anything but platitudes. When long-lost friend Meryl Streep (as Lila) visits and crawls into bed with Anne and they talk, their faces maybe an inch apart, in closeup, I am so there in bed with them. Minutely examining every crease and softness and tiny change in their faces, I feel frozen in awe of their intimacy and honesty and tenderness. These women are magnificent, truly magnificent actresses. To be so real, so true, with a face twenty feet wide, every mark of beauty and age exposed, minute after minute... it's a marvel to behold.
Ebert really missed the boat on this one.
Best of all, my anxiety is relieved. Sweet friendship remains true, despite my error. I am so happy.
posted by Cranky Ol' Lady at 9:50 PM
1 Comments:
I saw "Evening" without knowing the storyline. I wish I had asked other friends to view this with me. The subject matter was so delicately handled and definitely a woman's movie. Who could expect Roger E to be able to judge this kind of story?
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