The Help, and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
I want to talk about the two films which I cannot get out my mind at the moment:
Two years ago, I read this wonderful book about a writer interviewing coloured maids in Mississippi in 1961. I was so moved I’d even written a review about it.
Since August this year, this has been made into a movie and is apparently a bit hit in the US box office. It is finally in the UK cinema as well! Ohhhh shall I spend an astronomical amount to go to the overpriced cinema, or should I just download it? Question of the century, it seems!
I’ve recently watched an old-ish film, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, directed by David Fincher, where the main character borns old and dies young. (Yes I know, this is the most appallingly over-abstracted explanation of the 2h50m film ever.)
There is a wonderful review on this(albeit in Korean) The cast is quite amazing with Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett as main characters as well as Dakota Fanning’s sister Elle Fanning as young Blanchett and Shiloh Nouvel Jolie Pitt, acting(, or just being, as in real life) Brad Pitt’s new-born baby.
The film creates a very peculiar and indirect sensation which might be summarised as a mixture of sadness and awe for the miracle of life, and how blessed we are to be able to grow old in the right sequence of time. It also made me think about the way old people revert to a child’s mentality, thus enjoying small things in life just like Benjamin Button did in his childhood. It was strangely sad that Button grew young and could not remember all the things that had happened in his very long life, and his lover, now a very old lady, had to cuddle him in her arms as he turned into a tiny baby, about to draw his final breath. It was a beautiful film, with the story very realistic despite its totally unrealistic setting.