only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot

Letitia 2022-03-22 09:02:26

The film involves a dark secret between a husband and wife for 40 years through a sudden Nobel Prize-winning phone call. When the finishing touches and masks are violently torn off to reveal its true colors, the role-playing game's literary crowning glory becomes predictably absurd. The film can actually be regarded as a feminist film, just like the close-up shot of Grandma Glenn on the plane at the end of the film, about this marriage game spanning 40 years, true and false, gains and losses, and the willingness and the forced who can do it. Really see through. I suddenly remembered that the film "45th Anniversary", the posthumous film of Grandma Rampling's Berlin Film Festival in 2015, is about a woman who has been tied up by marriage for 40 years, facing the derailment, lies, dependence, and all the contradictions of the person next to her. To the final outbreak, the final choice of the two women. The director's approach is also very cold and dark. But in comparison, the script of the film and the skill of the director are not satisfactory. To be precise, such a theme itself should at least present a very good script. But the results were really disappointing. It's all thanks to Grandma Glenn's defying acting skills that the quality of the entire film is maintained at an average level. Especially the personal close-ups that appeared many times in the movie, as if every pore of Grandma Glenn was full of emotions at that time. From this year's Oscar's only single-hanging Best Actress nomination, we can compare the performance of this film. The actors' superb role modeling and the film itself are out of balance in many aspects such as directing, scripting, editing, and photography. The best actress at the 91st Oscars is properly secured! Congrats in advance to Aunt Glenn who was finally named after her 70s!

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The Wife quotes

  • Joan Castleman: I am a kingmaker.

  • Joan Castleman: I can't do it anymore, Joe. I can't do it. I can't take it. I can't take the humiliation of holding your coat and arranging your pills and picking the crumbs out of your beard and being shoved aside with all the other wives to talk about some goddamn shopping trip while you, while you say to all the, the gathering sycophants that your wife doesn't write! Your wife, who just won the Nobel Prize!

    Joe Castleman: So, if I'm such an insensitive and talentless fucking piece of shit, why the fuck did you marry me?