okay this is a deeeeeeeply satisfying read. i think i need to go watch it again... i think i'm still sticking with my theory that it was simply an accident, and there just isn't any perfect explanation and we'll never truly know what happened. it wasn't suicide, it wasn't murder, it just... was. the conceit of this film feels like a metaphor for grief to me—we try to assign an explanation to something inexplicable because the mind wants to distract itself from processing the event itself. if we can create a simple, digestible container for the event/tragedy to live in, we can make sense of it. we can move on.
ugh, this movie. the intellectual ping pong. who's on trial??! gender!
I hear all of this, and it reminded me of how well fucking written this movie is. None of what was shown or done was accidental; it feels like every part of it the (hot/cool/smart/French) couple thought about while they were hammering out the story and its dialogue. I never thought she did it, but I always wondered if she felt any responsibility, which seems to be your central question. how responsible are we for the welfare of our loved ones? I think that storyline runs parallel with Daniel and his accident, and feels like a thesis of the film. I'm glad you wrote about it!!
SO WELL WRITTEN, and makes me so pleased the writing specifically is being given awards. And suuuuch a good point about the parallel to Daniel's accident... "of course I blamed him. he was in his care."
okay this is a deeeeeeeply satisfying read. i think i need to go watch it again... i think i'm still sticking with my theory that it was simply an accident, and there just isn't any perfect explanation and we'll never truly know what happened. it wasn't suicide, it wasn't murder, it just... was. the conceit of this film feels like a metaphor for grief to me—we try to assign an explanation to something inexplicable because the mind wants to distract itself from processing the event itself. if we can create a simple, digestible container for the event/tragedy to live in, we can make sense of it. we can move on.
ugh, this movie. the intellectual ping pong. who's on trial??! gender!
I hear all of this, and it reminded me of how well fucking written this movie is. None of what was shown or done was accidental; it feels like every part of it the (hot/cool/smart/French) couple thought about while they were hammering out the story and its dialogue. I never thought she did it, but I always wondered if she felt any responsibility, which seems to be your central question. how responsible are we for the welfare of our loved ones? I think that storyline runs parallel with Daniel and his accident, and feels like a thesis of the film. I'm glad you wrote about it!!
SO WELL WRITTEN, and makes me so pleased the writing specifically is being given awards. And suuuuch a good point about the parallel to Daniel's accident... "of course I blamed him. he was in his care."