Films commercially released in NYC in 2015, as per www.panix.com/~dangelo/nymaster.html (Basis for Skandies eligibility.)
Week of 23…
A council case worker looks for the relatives of those found dead and alone.
John May, played by the brilliant Eddie Marsan, is a dull man. He dresses in dull clothes, lives in a dull apartment, works in a dull office, lives a dull life in solitude, and adheres to a dull routine. He appears to have no family or friends. How appropriate then, that his job requires him to organize a dignified burial for deceased individuals who have no family of their own.
John takes great pride in his work, and his organized, dull nature seems to allow him to put the utmost care into every facet of the deceased person's farewell service. In fact, it is this great attention to detail that seems to be the sole reason that his employer terminates…
Uberto Pasolini (no relation, but actually Visconti's nephew) made the ingenious choice of propelling Eddie Marsan to leading man in this wonderful film that has its indie sensibilities materializing through a serenade using all of your heart strings.
A quiet, simple, respectful man has the perfect job for his personality; he offers those of us whome are unfortunate enough to leave this life with no one looking after or over us as dignified a final passage as is possible.
It's an important subject, and now and then it is covered in Norwegian media (and even books) as well. A fate worse than death is actually possible, and it is visualized in Still Life: getting your ashes lumbered together with a…
With Nick Frost given his own feature film to front earlier in the year, the fine talents of Eddie Marsan have also finally been rewarded. He has been one of the most reliable character actors around for some time now and he is in fine form again in this sombre, lo-key affair.
The film is directed by Uberto Pasolini who has mostly worked as a producer over the course of his career, most notably The Full Monty. He uses the ambiguous title to carefully develop the character of Marsan's John May from his static, photo-like life to one that is tempted by the idea of enjoying what the world has to offer him.
Photographs play a key part in the…
Review from Next Projection
A film that remains far less feted than it deserves to be, Carol Morley’s incredible documentary Dreams of a Life uncovered, via its investigation of the life of a woman found in her London home three years after her death, a harrowing image of isolation amidst civilisation, of the loneliness of being lost among the crowd. Would that we were one in a million, as the old adage goes; being but one among seven thousand times that can make one feel both surrounded and subsumed. That’s the concern, similarly, of Uberto Pasolini’s Still Life, an enormously affecting and steadfastly unsympathetic evocation of loneliness in the modern world, a stark reminder that sometimes the best we can…
John May has an unusual occupation. From his grey office (it's quite well lit, just grey coloured), He attempts to locate the friends and family of those who have died lonely deaths in his South London borough.
John May has an unusual life. Nightly, in his impeccably clean flat, he eats his upended tin of tuna from a plate with one slice of dry toast on the side.
John May has an unusual shock coming to him. All in one day he's sent to investigate a death in his block and finds himself out of a job. With his closest case turning out to be his last, John May throws caution to the wind and sets out to delve a…
The Dissolve review. "Since his job is to handle the affairs of people who die completely alone, wouldn't it be super poignant if he himself were completely alone, and in fact nearly dead, to the point where his favorite leisure-time activity is lying down on the patch of ground where his grave will be?" Heroic effort by Marsan to make this something other than insipid. In vain.
Un señor aburrido, con un trabajo aburrido dedicado a los muertos, todo esto acompañado por una fotografía sosa en extremo.
¿Pues que iba a salir?, una película aburrida, aunque a veces parece que te va a engañar.
(ένα μήνα μετά το ίδιο νιώθω)
Μία κάθε τόσο (όπου τόσο βάλε μεγάλο χρονικό περιθώριο) βλέπεις μία ταινία που δεν ξέρεις πώς να αντιδράσεις, πώς να την βαθμολογήσεις και αν θα ήθελες να την ξαναδεις. Βλέπεις μία ταινία μελαγχολική και ασυνήθιστη και ασυναίσθητα κατά την διάρκεια θες happy end, το οποίο δεν θα σας πω αν τελικά είναι τέτοιο παρα μόνο ότι έχει δυνατό τέλος. Μην περιμένετε την υπερταινία, απλά μια ασυνήθιστη, προσωπική, μελαγχολική.
Μπράβο στον Eddie Marsan, είναι ένα με τον κεντρικό χαρακτήρα, μπράβο και για την μουσική, την ανεβάζει ένα επίπεδο ως ταινία.
Rachel Portman - End Titles www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYRiuGsnH-s
This is quite a moving film which is excellent.. until the last 10 minutes. It's a poignant look at the deaths of those who were alone. Those who nobody cared about in death, nor in life. Eddie Marsan plays a man whose job entails visiting these peoples' homes, finding their belongings, contacting their loved ones, etc. He is very good. The most touching thing was seeing that he collected the photos of these people.. seeing the photos of those that are deceased, it's a bittersweet experience. It reminds you of the finiteness of life. To see these people who were once young, healthy, lively, and ended up dying alone.. it's very sad.
I don't want to spoil anything but I had issues with the ending of the film. It seemed just too... convenient I suppose. The final shot is great, though.
"Still Life" is a brilliant film, sadly never got the recognition and distribution it thoroughly deserves, I cannot recommend this film highly enough. Everyone should see this film.
A little gem of a film if you have not seen it watch it
Μοναχικός δημοτικός υπάλληλος,ψάχνει να βρει τυχόν συγγενείς των νεκρών,προκειμένου να υπάρχει έστω ένας να τους αποτίσει φόρο τιμής στο ύστατο χαίρε.O Eddie Marsan μοιάζει να έχει γεννηθεί για αυτό το ρόλο.Έξτρα μισό αστέρι για το καταπληκτικό τελευταίο λεπτό.
I loved so much of this film, but the bathetic, sentimental final ten minutes are so disappointing. If only it had ended just as Marsan left that little shop with his bag of goodies, leaving us to choose his fate.
That was a terribly depressing and yet somewhat uplifting film.
I think this one will take some pondering to really soak up the meaning of it.
I like Eddie Marsan a great deal. This, this was fine. But I'll never see it again.