Also a surprisingly good movie.
I had never watched any of Anne Hathaway's work and I must say, all of the attention and praise thrown her way is completely justified. She manages to be Hollywood-beautiful and charismatic and yet very natural and likable at the same time.
My husband said that she (or at least her character in Passengers) reminded him of me. That's quite a compliment, even if that couldn't be further from how I see myself. There was even a line in the movie--from the male love interest to Anne--about having beauty and other positive qualities that one does not recognize in oneself.
Why aren't we able to see ourselves as others see us? I always wondered what it might be like to slip into J's eyes and mind and to experience myself completely from his perspective. Would it be a revelation? Would all of these qualities he says I possess at last become visible to me?
But back to Passengers...
The movie played out as a thriller with a (somewhat predictable, but still well executed) twist at the end. It portrayed the afterlife in a hopeful and uplifting way without being too easy or sentimental.
I wouldn't mind an afterlife like this. I just hope there is an afterlife, period. And if there is, I hope that it provides us with choices, closure, and the opportunity for growth.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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