Manchester
by The Sea by Kenneth Lonergan – another perspective on this film is here http://realini.blogspot.com/2017/11/note-on-manchester-by-sea-writer.html
10 out of
10
Manchester
by The Sea has been aired recently again, on one of the many film channels that
we now have (Alhamdulillah) and if the first time I was not exhilarated,
hypnotized in a trance, then the more recent encounter was really enchanting, it
could well have to do with the furor surrounding Casey Affleck.
In 2017,
when Casey Affleck was nominated and then he won the Academy Award for Best
Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role, there was some backlash because of
some things he had done in the past – he had not slapped anyone at a previous
Oscars Ceremony, like Will Smith, but still it was bad
Hence,
although the movie is excellent, there has been some reserve, due to the fact
that, well, if the artist that is supposed to present you with a story for
which you have to feel sympathy, if not empathy, then some pity has this
background (it looked a major) problem, then there is distance, some rejection
In The
Unbearable Lightness of Being http://realini.blogspot.com/2017/11/the-unbearable-lightness-of-being-9-put.html the recently deceased Milan Kundera
writes about the difference between pity, which involves an air of superiority,
us being above the pitied, and empathy, which happens when we are all at the
same level
Lee
Chandler aka Casey Affleck is a tragic figure, no doubt about it, and as we
gradually (or is it suddenly) find about his drama, we get to see that a
troubled actor might know better how to handle such a complicated personage, if
he is the main presence, he is also a sort of anti-hero, however much we feel
some warmth for him
The young
man finds that his dead brother has left a testament, which leaves him ‘in
charge of’
Patrick,
his nephew, and if he refuses to even contemplate that prospect, we also
realize that the brother, Joe Chandler, has had an excellent idea, the
responsibility, the need to act might save Lee, who is on a destructive path
This builds
up in some ways as a sort of very smart detective story, since we do not know
what is wrong with this fellow, why would he reject this notion of just guiding
Patrick, who has only a couple of years left before being eighteen (if I am not
mistaken), through some steps and then find satisfaction in that
I mean
alright, young people these days (and for that matter, this is a terrible
cliché, since mature folks keep complaining about the same thing) can be more
than a handful, we have some in this gated community of ours that make your hair
rise, what with fireworks, urinating on the street and so much more, but still,
Lee could have at least expressed some doubts, hesitate, think about it, not
look so appalled
Spoiler
alert, as mentioned before, we move with the plot, and then find what was so absurd,
impossible in the will, for Lee has been determined to either kill himself (he
had tried, in the police station, with a gun stolen from a cop) or without
that, to live as if this is the torture, punishment he has to endure
He is a
janitor in Boston (again, some details are not clear, gone from my mind, but
who is to object, not you I hope) and there is a moment when Patrick is
infuriated, when the teenager is told that he has to move to the city, because
this is where his legal guardian is, and he has a damn smart reply for his
relative
‘Why don’t
you move here, you are just a janitor, it is not like you could not find places
to wash the floors and toilets in Manchester’ this is clearly no quote, but I
hope there were words to this effect, even if this is not the problem, Lee does
not give a penny for his work, he cares nothing for life now, that is the drama
As it is,
with all the catastrophe that we see as the reason for Lee’s attitude,
morosity, aloofness, pain, rejection of the will (well, he changes his mind and
tries something, not really hard, to begin with) we do have some humor, mixed
in all this trauma and PTSD aka Post Traumatic Stress Disorder which is taking
the main character down
Patrick aka
formidable Lucas Hedges is a very intelligent, pleasant, and sociable, well
liked young man, who has…two girlfriends, he has sex with them, but it is not
that easy to play with studies, two partners, and especially a morose, obtuse
relative, who says he does not like one of the girls and is not cooperating, to
use a euphemism
However, as
the connection between them develops, Lee starts to offer some support, he even
accepts (after much pushing, I think I remember) to cover for his nephew, and
walks into the house of one of the girls, to spend some time with the mother,
who seemed to fancy the lonely man, and invites him for a drink
While the
two teenagers are preparing to have sex, with the knowledge that the uncle will
keep mother busy, so she will not come upstairs every other ten minutes, as she
always does when there are only the three of them in the house, Lee is acting
as if he is an alien (which come to think of it, he is)
He does not
respond in any way, and though it is amusing, for in the end, the mother walks
up to the room of the naughty teenagers, saying she could not stand another
minute, she is trying to talk to the wall, it is also deeply tragic, for we see
this is a broken man, he takes no interest in what is otherwise a very charming
woman…
Now for a
question, and invitation – maybe you have a good idea on how we could make more
than a million dollars with this http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/02/unique-in-world.html?q=unique+in+the+world – as it is, this is a unique technique, which
we could promote, sell, open the Oscars show with or something and then make
lots of money together, if you have the how, I have the product, I just do not
know how to get the befits from it, other than the exercise per se
As for my
role in the Revolution that killed Ceausescu, a smaller Mao, there it is http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/03/realini-in-newsweek-participant-in.html
From To The
Heritage:
‘Fiction is
infinitely preferable to real life. As long as you avoid the books of Kafka or
Beckett, the everlasting plot of fiction has fewer futile experiences than the
careless plot of reality. Fiction's people are fuller, deeper, cleverer, more
moving than those in real life…Its actions are more intricate, illuminating,
noble, profound…There are many more dramas, climaxes, romantic fulfillment,
twists, turns, gratified resolutions…Unlike reality, all of this you can
experience without leaving the house or even getting out of bed…What's more,
books are a form of intelligent human greatness, as stories are a higher order
of sense…As random life is to destiny, so stories are to great authors, who
provided us with some of the highest pleasures and the most wonderful
mystifications we can find…Few stories are greater than Anna Karenina, that
wise epic by an often foolish author…’
‚parturiunt
montes, nascetur ridiculus mus’
“the
Meaning of Life...Well, it's nothing very special. Try and be nice to people,
avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in, and
try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and
nations.”
http://realini.blogspot.com/2017/10/note-on-you-can-count-on-me-writer.html
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