The fact that we know that it is real, what we're watching ( which even that concept is challenged by the staging of the deaths and the heaven sequences), doesn't permit us to take refuge in dreamland. We're forced to question our own perspectives on life, on existence and on our relationships to it, to our loved ones, to ourselves, to all of our times on earth. A love letter filled with joy, humour and grief, a journey that is better explained to Dick by her daughter when he asks her why not the big bucks movies: " real life is more fascinating".
For some reason what sticks most with me is the friend giving the memorial service: even though he knows the lie, he's barely able to withstand it. The shot with him on a corner is ironed in my brain. Why?