Elegy - 2008
Director: Isabel Coixet
Starring: Ben Kingsley, Penelope Cruz
I had to look up the term “elegy” in the midst of watching this movie. It’s not one of those terms you feel the need to readily know the definition to like “consent.” It means “a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead” which pretty much shattered my expectations for everyone to break out into song at the end. In a sense, I felt like I spoiled something, but as the movie progressed, my thoughts stopped circling around how it was going to end and instead focused on when it was going to end.
|Ben Kingsley and Penelope Cruz|
as the most "sure, whatever...
I'll go with that" couple ever.
This is where my biggest problem lies and I can’t help but feel that this is where the whole thing was going. As the story progresses, David starts to lose his grip on these easy situations because he suddenly has to start committing to them and, of course, his fear of the past (a past that is not that terrible really) makes him handle things poorly. Though as these conveniences fall apart and disappear, it never feels like David’s reached some point of despair, it more feels like the snooty rich kid who realizes that his glass of water is .2 degrees below room temperature (of which he did NOT ask for that, you incompetent swine). Great job, awesome best friend, two amazing women that either want you for sex or want you for you and your world is collapsing because suddenly some of these things have to mean something to you. Boo fuckin’ hoo.
|Elegy: Typically a lament for the dead.|
In this case, the death of Cruz's boobs.
Why? An excuse to see them again I
guess. Movie should have ended a
half hour ago...
It isn’t a story more than it is a “life-lesson” themed parade, where each scene is another float passing down the street begging for acknowledgement of the hard work put into it before the next one follows in behind it with the same words but different colored flowers. Just get to the shitty marching band at the end so we can say “yeah, we got through it all! We can say we’re supporters now.”
Now, I’ve got a pancake breakfast to finish and the dreamcatcher saleslady is looking at me weird so I need to move along, but not before making a stop at the Kirby tent and picking up 5 dustbusters (and like…80 pamphlets) for this mess.
If you’re curious, Secret Life would have gotten a 6 and The Fountain would have gotten a 2. Seriously. Fuck The Fountain.