letterboxd review of Marriage Story (2019).
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there are many things we think, that might end up being things we say. being a human happens to us. and then, the happening-of-it- to-us starts happening to someone else, someone that’s sitting in the room with you sometimes- Or it’s someone you share(d) your life with. You are sharing your life with them for some reason. There seems to be so many reasons. Different kinds of reasons, more are available to you as age invents more rooms in your mind. Though more are invented, I sometimes think we entertain them, try to fill them, when really its the same core rooms that matter in the end. What do I know? Maybe it felt likely that the reasons were perched on stable scaffolding in the schemas of your early life, and then the later life tells you a new way to be. The pulling away and yelling, the experimenting with how much you can get away with saying, because he just said something almost as bad as that thing you thinked. It's until there is no getting away, because the implosion became explosion and the world was reimagined. So, what’s another jab, another rip, if it’s all coming undone anyway. one last shove and the joke is up, i’m done playing, and we both became something we once, maybe only 5 seconds before we real-ized it, imagined we could be. A weird thespian portrayal of ourselves, where some it of ended up reflecting something real and some of it was still an invention or idea. This becomes the moment you both endure, and now it is the moment itself that you are reacting to, together and seperately. The fact that it came into existence is appalling, but it's happening so now there's this. A unique loneliness results. The movie is good at portraying this and so it pissed me off. Then, you cry in eachother’s lap anyway. The exhaustion of the performance, that is reflected in this film pretty well. What do I do now? I’d say that makes it a good movie. Humans with our fickle feelings and dignified acceptance and trying things out and regretting our advances and reacting to the unfolding of ourselves. Our constant ideas, our interests, our pulls and our dwindling dopamine and our resetting serotonin that happen because they should, that happen because we’re bored, or maybe because our narrative seeking brain needs a brand new narrative. The movie reflects shitty themes from childhood, that happen because of and before all these reasons, and also because they just do. Ask our son what he wants. Us two, adults. Bringing him here and now he endures. It's all a constant creation. The human mind might need creation. Still playing, still looking for an answer in ourselves. You look for answers forever until you die. You figure some out, so that reinforces your looking. Hopefully I can avoid that particular type of torment. The movie is also good, because it doesn’t sacrifice the warped, now-daunting empathy for one another, it highlights its mind numbing frustration. I wasn’t sure Adam driver could convince me in real-watching time that his character had its own life and feeling. But his awkwardness in this one was convincing. I will always love him, even if it doesn't make sense anymore. The movie is frustrating because it's based.