powerless love

Alanis 2022-03-29 09:01:02

"Still Alice" pale and feeble love! A college professor has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease and her life has changed forever. Sometimes facing death isn't scary, but losing yourself, losing everything you've ever cherished most and you can't do anything about it is the worst. The whole film relies on Julian Moore's excellent performance to show people's deep helplessness in the face of Alzheimer's disease. With love as the theme, the most important thing is the truth, and life is still going on. Even if you are someone that everyone cherishes very much, you can't stop your pursuit of life. You can only face it positively. Love also shows a hint of humbleness and helplessness at this time. 8 points. ps: It's been a long time since I was poked! three times!

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  • Rickey 2022-04-01 09:01:04

    This play is Aunt JM's acting personal show. She deserves it too. Aunt JM's performance always has a sense of drive that "the goal is too clear", and it lacks a natural spirituality. It goes well with this script. Twilight's problem, in the breath. When I talked to people about the "reasons for having children" when I was in Secondary 2, I seemed to say that I needed someone who knew me as if I loved me. Steady the killer.

  • Makenzie 2021-12-01 08:01:26

    The film was robbed of most of the light by Julianne Moore. It is flat and straightforward, there is no big ups and downs, more is the helplessness of the vitality slowly passing away. This is also the place to test the actors. It is necessary to grasp the nuances of the ability degradation in the process. This is exactly what Julianne Moore did best, performing almost without exaggeration (except for the collapse of the scene), but slowly Hidden the story in every action, every expression, every look.

Still Alice quotes

  • 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.

  • [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.