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Leanna 2022-04-20 09:01:41
still alice
Perhaps this is life.
Linguistics professor, at the right age, finds out that he has inherited Alzheimer's disease. It's a dead end with no cure. Alice can only be forced to accept it, and then as the disease progresses, she forgets everything that is important and meaningful to her. Alice has... -
Frieda 2022-04-19 09:01:51
Still Alice
Grandpa suffered from Parkinson's disease for several years. I always thought that it was not painful. I always thought that what really dragged him down was the stomach cancer that was full of pain. After the stomach was removed, he lost weight. The neurological disease really enters the late...
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Rickey 2022-03-30 09:01:04
I miss myself. I'm not suffering, I'm struggling. I still alive. Julianne Moore is brilliant.
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Trudie 2021-12-01 08:01:26
The narrative is plain, and Julianne Moore's textbook-level Alzheimer's performance. This is Chang Shengli, helplessly bidding farewell to everything I know, and even remembering myself is an extravagant hope. The heat is lacking, and there have been too many similar themes. This film is more like a TV movie from the angle to the shooting method. Oh, it’s not hbo, it’s life time...
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Lydia Howland: You can't use your situation to just get me to do everything you want me to do.
Dr. Alice Howland: Why can't I?
Lydia Howland: Because that's not fair.
Dr. Alice Howland: I don't have to be fair. I'm your mother.
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[last lines]
Lydia Howland: [reading to her mother, but mostly from memory] "Night flight to San Francisco chase the moon across America. God, it's been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet, we'll have reached the tropopause, the great elt of calm air. As close to the ozone as I'll get, I - I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was... frightening."
Lydia Howland: "But I saw something only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things. Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who's perished from famine, from war, from the plague... And they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling, spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls. And the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Because nothing is lost forever. In this world, there a kind of painful progress. A longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so."
Lydia Howland: [moving over alongside her mother] Hey. Did you like that. What I jest read, did you like it?
Dr. Alice Howland: [barely grunting]
Lydia Howland: And what... What was it about?
Dr. Alice Howland: Love. Yeah, love.
Lydia Howland: Yeah, it was about love.
