Very arty film. Colin Firth's gay lover is killed in car crash. Firth has lost his will to live. Scenes with him teaching students, one of the boys reaches out to him. Scenes with Julianne Moore. Scene with gay pick-up (Madrid native) who Firth talks with, but no more. Firth gets gun out to kill himself. He is interrupted. Meets with boy from his class again. Dies from heart attack (drugs, alcohol?)
In a word . . . boring. The more one suffers, the more alive one is. Only dumb people can be happy. I try to imagine a person who has struggled with poverty watching this. Firth is rich, nice house, housekeeper, has a job that lets him leave at three, has numerous people trying to engage him in the process of life . . . but no, can't be pulled out of his self-absorption.
In a word . . . boring. The more one suffers, the more alive one is. Only dumb people can be happy. I try to imagine a person who has struggled with poverty watching this. Firth is rich, nice house, housekeeper, has a job that lets him leave at three, has numerous people trying to engage him in the process of life . . . but no, can't be pulled out of his self-absorption.
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