Tragedy without solace
Review of In the Bedroom (2001) movie, by Stefan Stenudd
It gets to be too much. The story is so sad, and no comfort within sight. This makes every additional minute of the film increasingly unbearable. It guarantees respect for the film, since no one can brush it off like a minor or flawed piece of art — but it's a very simple way of accomplishing grandeur.
This story really has very little to tell: grief hurts, big grief hurts a lot. Yes. And?
Although the actors are brilliant, it doesn't help much when they are given neither words nor deeds to carry them on a profound process of overcoming grief. So, they go nowhere. Nothing happens.
Overwhelming grief, its psychology and development, has been explored frequently through the long history of drama, and a lot has been said along the way — well, most of it was said already by the Greeks. In the light of that, how can a drama made in 2001 refrain from at least making a contemplative comment, when handling the same subject?
I believe that the main problem with this film, is that at the end of the first Act, it created such gloom, such sorrow, it could neither rise from it nor go beneath it. That makes no catharsis.
27 January 2003
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