Cold Mountain
Sun, Dec. 28th, 2003 01:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oyceterVery big spoilers here.
Wow that was a depressing movie. I'm not sure if I liked it. I think I admire it artistically and I get the whole war sucks thing very much out of it, but wow that was a depressing movie.
It wasn't even that Inman dies. I think it was that they're building up this giant, larger than life romance, where these two hurt people are thinking of each other for four years or so, and he struggles and finally makes it home to her. And then, bam! Instead of working out things like do they still love each other, did they ever love each other, how does one recover from a war, do they even know each other at all, they get a night of sex, and oops, Inman's dead. Sorry Ada.
Also, pretty much everyone else dies too.
Miserably.
Felt a lot like a George R. R. Martin book actually -- after a few shots, I was constantly on the edge of the seat and wondering when the next bad thing was going to happen. It was just the flood of badness and almost no goodness at all that depresses me.
Plus, I think the writer copped out in killing Inman instead of having to go the long hard way and answer serious questions about a relationship between two people who only had a few moments and then four life-changing years apart. That was the movie I wanted to see. Oh well.
Wow that was a depressing movie. I'm not sure if I liked it. I think I admire it artistically and I get the whole war sucks thing very much out of it, but wow that was a depressing movie.
It wasn't even that Inman dies. I think it was that they're building up this giant, larger than life romance, where these two hurt people are thinking of each other for four years or so, and he struggles and finally makes it home to her. And then, bam! Instead of working out things like do they still love each other, did they ever love each other, how does one recover from a war, do they even know each other at all, they get a night of sex, and oops, Inman's dead. Sorry Ada.
Also, pretty much everyone else dies too.
Miserably.
Felt a lot like a George R. R. Martin book actually -- after a few shots, I was constantly on the edge of the seat and wondering when the next bad thing was going to happen. It was just the flood of badness and almost no goodness at all that depresses me.
Plus, I think the writer copped out in killing Inman instead of having to go the long hard way and answer serious questions about a relationship between two people who only had a few moments and then four life-changing years apart. That was the movie I wanted to see. Oh well.
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Sun, Dec. 28th, 2003 01:29 pm (UTC)Also, what's up with the one night of sex followed by death? Until I watched BtVS I hadn't even thought it was an actual trope (sex=disaster). There was Romeo and Juliet. Maybe I've forgotten the ohters I'd read. Maybe I didn't get the message!
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Sun, Dec. 28th, 2003 10:11 pm (UTC)I have a feeling that it's not so much sex=disaster so much as it's so much more tragic when someone dies right afterward or something... Hrm. Although with Emma Bovary, there was sex=disaster.