A fitting, albeit slightly underwhelming, finale to the 'Orwellian triptych' of Gilliam movies, after Brazil and Twelve Monkeys. Not as impressive as either of the previous two, with a confusing premise for many not familiar with Gilliam and mathematics, but an intriguing tragedy, nonetheless.
I was hooked by the time the opening narration from Lester Burnham was over. As the camera tracks down the street where Joe Anybody lives in the comfortable, safe, predictable burbs of white, middle class America, we learn that this is the last year of Lester's life and from beyond the grave, he is going to tell you what he's learnt about just what life should really be about. Too late for Lester, but not for us.
American Beauty simply…
Why does a man that wants to sell his company for reasons that would suggest that he needs to spend more time with his family have to be handed the gifts for his grandchildren after a trip away by his butler when he returns home, having clearly not bought them himself?
Perhaps he isn't the man he is purporting to be? Well this much becomes obvious in the first fifteen minutes.
The man claiming to be dedicated to his family…