I watched this movie for the first time last night. I must in the mood for random. Anyway, I was so depressed after watching it, because it was so ordinary and so undisney. Nobody got what they needed to make a happily ever after, they just got what was going to happen to make an ever after. It bites because nobody is living a photograph. In a photograph, everyone smiles for a moment, or does something in a moment and it’s caught, but not sustained. Then we look away and move on and live the very inhale exhale of ordinary life. It is not sunshine and franjipani breezes and passionate kisses and laughter and triumphs. At least not all of the time and hardly ever most of the time either. The gaps that stretch between these moments are stuffed to bruising point with staring at nothing, thinking about everything, tending to routine and the gentle echo of experience. So much time wasted and yet only waste in contrast to what we are told to value.
I could identify with all three women in the movie and perhaps that is why the ending depressed me or maybe I can just blame Woody Allen for seeing life as it really is.
