Lughnasa \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Honey Moon<\/p>\n
Kate and I watched Amour last night. \u00a0It struck us differently. \u00a0I saw two people whose reserve prevented them from opening up to each other, whose Gallic stoicism bordered on emotional neglect. \u00a0Georges was dutiful, sometimes loving, always patient and persevering. \u00a0Anne had a stubborn fear of medical care and a resignation that set in almost immediately after her first incident.<\/p>\n
The dynamic between the two of them left little room for graceful moments. \u00a0As I saw it. \u00a0Kate saw two people in love who stuck with each other through a horrible and realistically presented slip off a medical precipice.<\/p>\n
Perhaps it was the absence of a story line other than the grim decline of Anne, but I don’t believe the unrelenting grayness fading to black represents the whole truth of any such episode. \u00a0To be fair there were a couple of moments, when Anne and Georges sang together and when she first got her motorized wheel chair, that had a hint of another mood; but, the bed wetting, the second stroke, the firing of the second nurse, the nasty exchange between Georges and Eva, their daughter, kept piling on and on and on.<\/p>\n
I do know this. \u00a0It is not the end I want and I will work from this point to see that it doesn’t happen that way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Lughnasa \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Honey Moon Kate and I watched Amour last night. \u00a0It struck us differently. \u00a0I saw two people whose reserve … Continue reading Amour<\/span>