Directed and screenplay by: Darren Aronofsky
Starring Hugh Jackman and Rachel Reisz
Director of photography: Matthew Libatique
Production Designer: James Chinlund
Edited by Jay Rabinowitz
Visual Effects Designed by: Dan Schrecker and Jeremy Dawson
Music by Clint Mansell
A promise to love someone for your entire life is a promise that fades with time or does it not fade because of the sheer determined energy of the mind and memory? Love is an obsession that poisons the soul and mind. It makes you believe that you could perform the most impossible. Yet, it is the very inspiration that lifts our passion and desire to live and continue living the lives that we lead. Love gives hope, love forms meaning. How could one love another with such rooted determination, I wonder? We give in to the illusion of the notion of eternal love. We truly believe that it does exist and it could transcend space and time. When death whispers into the ears of our loved one, we are suddenly crushed by this very illusion. Tommy (Hugh Jackman) is someone who believes that he could save his wife (Rachel Reisz) from imminent death. This surreal yet poignant film about love and the very philosophy of eternal love weaves together different dimensions of our mind and how it affects the way we see this very fragile world. Very symbolically portrayed, beautifully shot and magnificently illustrated, love is something attainable, yet the most difficult to sustain or even owned. What Tommy could hold onto essentially, is the fragmented image of Izzy's past, and her last moments of truth, facing death, with utmost dignity and courage. I simply adores the art direction, the story within the story way of how the film is structured, edited and manipulated, very intentionally done by Darren Aronofsky, but with the willingness of the participation from an active audience. We are constantly charmed by the haunting yet hypnotic music that almost spells the tragic notes of so called undying love. The film bleeds the heaviness of the human heart, it smells the scent of sweet pain. It weighs you down with so much emotions yet you don't feel a trace of fatique in the mind. Why is love so painful?? The Buddhist approach is to walk the middle path, to love with compassion, not obsession. Could this be done, so effortlessly? I believe real love hurts. Love is simply loving the art of love.
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