I have a negative hang up for the copious amount of movies released every year for the sake of art, which say little (to me) because they seem to be released for the sake of the annual awards.
Sometimes, a movie can have great acting, super cinematography, beautiful music and multiple aspects that make for award-winning potential, but are dull when it comes to viewing entertainment. The Lost Daughter has all these characteristics - Olivia Colman as a stupendous actor - beautiful camera work, lovely music in places, lots of subtlety for the sake of ART, all the characteristics of a really dull spectacle; HOWEVER, it is actually an invigorating and thoroughly refreshing piece of work.
Watching the mental machinations of someone who has ALMOST thrown away happiness in favor of their personal ego trip, who comes back, right at the breach of personal doom, to grasp the meaning of family and the good in life. I realize how imperfect we are. We love, but it's also hard to bear the pain from giving so much of ourselves, sometimes leading us to emotional decay and self-implosion. As a man, funnily enough, I grasp what it is to love more than I can give of myself, while also feeling like it's never enough.
Being a loving person, but also a selfish pig, is the message I got from this movie. I know we can do better if we try, but there is nothing unnatural about being human and wanting more individual life.
Sometimes, a movie can have great acting, super cinematography, beautiful music and multiple aspects that make for award-winning potential, but are dull when it comes to viewing entertainment. The Lost Daughter has all these characteristics - Olivia Colman as a stupendous actor - beautiful camera work, lovely music in places, lots of subtlety for the sake of ART, all the characteristics of a really dull spectacle; HOWEVER, it is actually an invigorating and thoroughly refreshing piece of work.
Watching the mental machinations of someone who has ALMOST thrown away happiness in favor of their personal ego trip, who comes back, right at the breach of personal doom, to grasp the meaning of family and the good in life. I realize how imperfect we are. We love, but it's also hard to bear the pain from giving so much of ourselves, sometimes leading us to emotional decay and self-implosion. As a man, funnily enough, I grasp what it is to love more than I can give of myself, while also feeling like it's never enough.
Being a loving person, but also a selfish pig, is the message I got from this movie. I know we can do better if we try, but there is nothing unnatural about being human and wanting more individual life.