Life is not a straight line. It's a circle.
That's the thought that stayed with me as I walked out of the theatre. The thought that our lives gradually fill with memories and experience and then slowly empty again, regardless of whether we are getting older or, as in this curious case, younger.
This rich, languid film seems to encourage such philosophical musings. Set largely in sleepy New Orleans, the plot walks rather than runs through the extraordinary life of its protagonist. From his birth and abandonment, his 'childhood' spent in an old age home, through his many relationships and adventures right to his poignant end, we remain transfixed. I was shocked when it was over to discover that I'd been sitting there for almost three hours.
Through it all is Daisy, the love of his life, who tells the story to her daughter from her deathbed. And it's through her eyes that we come to see this seemingly tragic life as beautiful. Five stars.
(Murray would have liked it more if he didn't have the attention span of a twelve year-old boy.)
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