We went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button last night. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
It is a three hour long mesmerizing tale about life. Death. Relationships. Things you take for granted (like being born, having parents, growing up) are thrown on their sides for us to examine more closely.
When Benjamin is born an old man in his 80’s, his father is so horrified he whisks his son away to eventually deposit him on the doorstep of a home. It turns out to be the home of his new mother, who loves him and accepts him and sees something special in him straight away. She also takes care of old people. I think we often land, unwittingly, exactly where we’re supposed to be…
As Benjamin grows up mentally, his body becomes younger physically. The transformation is amazing on screen (what would we do without computers?!), but Brad Pitt is remarkable at portraying Benjamin. It was a wonderful surprise to see him in a film that didn’t involve shooting and machismo in every scene. Of course, I could also see Johnny Depp cast perfectly in this role; he seems to have more of a contemplative side to me.
The only thing I didn’t particularly care for in the film is the way the story is told through reading an old diary. Like with Bridges of Madison County, I found myself annoyed at constantly flashing back from the story of the main character’s life to the current setting where the daughter is reading it from her parent’s journal.