‘We don’t see things as they are; we see them as we are.’ —Anaïs Nin
I don't think I have ever seen a film that has encapsulated depression and loneliness in a way that has touched me on such a profound level, other than Taste of Cherry.
This film could so very easily have been gratuitous or a lazy attempt to give easy answers for the actions of a person who is ultimately unknowable. With a lesser cast and crew, this film could have been more in the vein of Joker rather than Network. But…
"Boy, some partner I picked."
"You didn't pick me, I picked you."
"Because you gave me your last match. You made me laugh."
Heartbreaking and heartwarming at the very same time. Hackman and Pacino at the top of their game.
The symbolism of the lamp and giving someone your last match is very poignant. To what extent are we willing to sacrifice our own light and warmth for other people's happiness because we care for them? At what point does our own light begin to be depleted if we're not too careful?
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
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