-Diving bell and the Butterfly is the most compassionate movie my memory can recall.
The hope of transcendence in this film is achieved not only through ones own dignity (via imagination and memory) but through the grace and humanity of many patient supporting rolls. Each one seems somehow sainted through an arduous process of rehabilitating an undeserving man. Yet through the events of the film, it carries a posture of irony, humor, and “not sweating the small stuff”. I discovered that many people involved in this film were closely tied to the man it was based on and the events that did occur. I find this film, as a project, to be very important indeed.
Very redeeming. It doesn’t drag you through too many pangs of empathetical pain (such as a a more violent film may – a Hotel Rwanda, or a Life is Beautiful), yet shows a truth to life, death and their tension. A healing process to artist-gone-director, Julian Schnabel, and honor to his father, and a gift to all who struggle with their own mortality.
Please see this movie. Not just for its aesthetic artistry, or for the poetry in the text, but for HOPE-sake.
PS
I would really like to know what Wes Anderson thinks of this film.