Can't help crying for the desolation and helplessness of the elderly

Gennaro 2022-03-27 09:01:06

Julianne Moore deserves the Oscar for this film, and the characters are very real and touching. Generally, movies with heavy topics, I don’t want to watch them for a long time after I go down, and my life is very tired, so I always avoid watching such movies. However, a good movie, I didn't want to watch it before watching it, but I was moved by it after watching it, and I had to admit that it was a good movie. Still Alice is. Seeing Alice, who almost lost her memory and ability to understand at the end, her heart also throbbed with the passing of her spirit. It reminds me of my elderly parents, those older relatives I know who have left unexpectedly. Aging takes away everything, health, spirit, and life will not get better and better, but to the end of life in the torment of illness. I have said before that the meaning of life is to be optimistic about life no matter what the situation is. But what a hard thing to do when something unfortunate happens in life. I feel that what we can do for our parents will not relieve their pain. We can only comfort, watch them age and powerless. Alice doesn't even have the ability to commit suicide. If she is still awake, she doesn't want to live like this, and her memory and cognition are gone. Does she still know herself? Still Alice, thanks for this movie for making us aware of Alzheimer's disease. Why domestic film themes can only be revolved in the making up of magic and historical dramas, in the final analysis, there is still a lack of good book soil and good screenwriters.

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Still Alice quotes

  • Lydia Howland: You can't use your situation to just get me to do everything you want me to do.

    Dr. Alice Howland: Why can't I?

    Lydia Howland: Because that's not fair.

    Dr. Alice Howland: I don't have to be fair. I'm your mother.

  • [last lines]

    Lydia Howland: [reading to her mother, but mostly from memory] "Night flight to San Francisco chase the moon across America. God, it's been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet, we'll have reached the tropopause, the great elt of calm air. As close to the ozone as I'll get, I - I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was... frightening."

    Lydia Howland: "But I saw something only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things. Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who's perished from famine, from war, from the plague... And they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling, spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls. And the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Because nothing is lost forever. In this world, there a kind of painful progress. A longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so."

    Lydia Howland: [moving over alongside her mother] Hey. Did you like that. What I jest read, did you like it?

    Dr. Alice Howland: [barely grunting]

    Lydia Howland: And what... What was it about?

    Dr. Alice Howland: Love. Yeah, love.

    Lydia Howland: Yeah, it was about love.