An exploration of the darkness at the heart of the American dream but also of what growing into a marriage, growing into your own life is like anywhere, as the comprimises accumulate and the sense of anything being possible evaporates. It is also an extraordinarily acute observation about the dynamics of an imploding marriage.
This sounds pretty grim and yes it's not (as 'ant' complains, below) a feel-good movie. But I thought it the best I have seen for many years. The screenplay is so taut that, though leisurely, there isn't a moment's pointless panning around, and the acting by DiCaprio and Winslett - never thought in a million years I'd be saying this - is superb. Powerful but utterly controlled, buttoned down and never overplayed, and the chemistry between them is electric. DiCaprio especially excells in a portrait of a man trapped, he dimly senses, by circumstances but above all, by himself, and doing great harm to the woman he loved, but without sufficient insight or courage to pull back from it. How utterly I had misjudged him previously as just a pretty face.
Their final scene together is in my view, now among the classics.
Many of the supporting roles are also excellent and the claustrophobic comfort of 1950s middle class America is conveyed without being lingered over nostalgically. The score is likewise subtle and haunting.
I see others found it difficult to like the characters - yes, understand - but perhaps this is because they are a bit too like us for comfort?
So, not a feel-good movie - but one hell of a good movie.
This sounds pretty grim and yes it's not (as 'ant' complains, below) a feel-good movie. But I thought it the best I have seen for many years. The screenplay is so taut that, though leisurely, there isn't a moment's pointless panning around, and the acting by DiCaprio and Winslett - never thought in a million years I'd be saying this - is superb. Powerful but utterly controlled, buttoned down and never overplayed, and the chemistry between them is electric. DiCaprio especially excells in a portrait of a man trapped, he dimly senses, by circumstances but above all, by himself, and doing great harm to the woman he loved, but without sufficient insight or courage to pull back from it. How utterly I had misjudged him previously as just a pretty face.
Their final scene together is in my view, now among the classics.
Many of the supporting roles are also excellent and the claustrophobic comfort of 1950s middle class America is conveyed without being lingered over nostalgically. The score is likewise subtle and haunting.
I see others found it difficult to like the characters - yes, understand - but perhaps this is because they are a bit too like us for comfort?
So, not a feel-good movie - but one hell of a good movie.