Film Night: ‘My Life’ – Watch the Film
Nov 15 @ 8:10 pm - 10:00 pm
Our Parish Cinema invites you all to see “ My Life is a 1993 American film starring Michael Keaton and Nicole Kidman
‘Watching this movie made me take a look at “my own life” it made me realize how easy it is to go through the motions of days, months, and years without taking the time to examine my purpose on earth. It compelled me to go back into my childhood and open up wounds and sort through family events that I played over and over like a movie, but it never had an ending. This movie is like a moving prayer in action where it freely allowed me to not only relate to several parts of the movie, but it reached into my soul; way out of my comfort level and for the first time in years I felt alive and unafraid. I reached out to my family and began the process of expressing my feelings and loving from my heart, something I closed up long ago. It’s amazing that it took a movie to wake me up and live again. It so easy to take everything for granted, I now live in the present moment; the past is like the smile of an old friend and my future is a grateful warm hearted hello’.
In November- we’ll focus on 1 powerful film per month (not necessary Christian, but also from pop-culture, with a very meaningful and impressive messages), with one introduction meeting, then showing the film, and one follow up meeting with the discussion on the fruits, decisions, and impact in our daily lives of the message shared by the watched movie.
Our November’s MOVIE’s adventure we’ll spend with: ‘ My Life
But there’s something about the movie most of us probably missed, and the revelation just might blow our mind. We’ll try to find it and use it in our dealing with good and evil things which we need to face in this world.
JOIN US IN ANOTHER WAY OF THE NEW EVAGELIZATION IN OUR PARISH
- Friday 8th November 2019 – Introduction Meeting – in the Presbytery (105 Waverley Road)
- Friday 15th November 2019 – Watch the film together
- Friday 22nd November 2019 – Discussion on the film itself
Location: Church Hall St Swithun’s Church
A glimpse of grace as two individuals restore each other’s souls with gifts of trust and love.
It seems that Bob Jones (Michael Keaton) has everything a man could want, namely a fulfilling job and a beautiful, pregnant wife, Gail (Nicole Kidman). But Bob’s life is turned upside-down when he is diagnosed with cancer and given four months to live — not even enough time to see his first child’s birth. To cleanse himself of demons in his remaining days, Bob makes a video diary, hoping to pass along some wisdom to his future child. Along the way, he discovers a lot about himself.
My Life” tells a story that sets your mind at work, wondering how you would feel and what you would do. The movie is about a man named Bob Jones who has received some good news and some bad news.
The good news is that his wife is pregnant, and they are going to have their first child. The bad news is that Jones has cancer, and will die in about four months.
Jones (Michael Keaton) starts to make videotapes of himself, in which he talks to the unborn child – telling of his life, his beliefs, things he has learned. When he discovers the child will be a boy, he even tapes some shaving lessons (“There are basically two approaches: Up, or down. Not sideways. Never sideways.”) Jones reacts to the cancer in a way we can also identify with. When a sad-faced doctor gives him the bad news, he is angry: “Don’t you take away my hope! It’s all I have left!” He has already tried conventional therapies, and now he turns to a Chinese practitioner (Haing S. Ngor, who won an Oscar for “The Killing Fields“). This doctor informs him he is holding a lot of anger and fear inside; after a laying on of hands, Bob Jones experiences strange flashes of intense light, perhaps an out-of-the-body experience.
Bob Jones does indeed have great anger and fear inside (although I am leery of theories that we are guilty of giving ourselves cancer).
He dislikes his own family, for starters, and we learn his real name is not even Jones. His family name is Ivanovich. He moved at an early age from Detroit to Los Angeles, and doesn’t have much contact with his family – perhaps because he is ashamed of their ethnic origins. In L.A., he is a successful public relations executive, but when “friends” are asked to talk about him on video, they’re at a loss for words. He always kept himself at a distance. This story has been written and directed by Bruce Joel Rubin, whose credits include “Ghost,” a different kind of story about talking to loved ones from beyond the grave. The inspiration for “My Life,” Rubin says, came during a long night after he ate Mexican food, woke up convinced he was going to die, and thought of making videos for his children. Not exactly transcendent – but then Newton got to gravity from an apple.
Parts of the movie are very good. Yet as it developed I found a resistance growing within, a feeling that it was hedging its bets. Michael Keaton, very smart, very wry and brave, gives an intelligent performance as a man who isn’t good at feelings. Nicole Kidman, as his pregnant wife, stands by him and holds herself together during the trauma of gaining a child and losing a husband.
She is not, however, spared a single cliche of the obligatory natural childbirth scene, which is to movies of this sort what the chase is in a “Dirty Harry” picture.
But other characters are less clearly seen. Anyone who has shared an experience like this knows that the key players include the professional nurses and companions who share every moment of the patient’s suffering and death. When Jones comes home (to die, he fears), a live-in nurse (Queen Latifah) is hired, but after an impressive entrance she is all but forgotten. Jones’ conventional doctors are also relegated to the thankless task of looking grave and providing the next plot point.
And Jones’ family from Detroit, when it is produced for a reconciliation, seems somehow too compliant and agreeable, given Jones’ long history of ignoring and resenting them. In real life, I think, family difficulties run deeper than this.
Some is unforgivable, as when he goes on a shopping expedition for his unborn son, and pulls a beach ball from a large display, which of course collapses, spilling dozens of balls all over the floor. This is the old Collapsing Display Trick, used whenever a director is filming in a store and needs to fill time.
More bothersome is the subplot involving the Chinese doctor: The movie should put up, or shut up. Either the wise old man is going to actually possess special insights and knowledge (as a similar character did in Woody Allen’s “Alice“), or he is not. A dying man will grasp any straw – but does Rubin think of the doctor as a straw, or a savior? Those flashes of light are apparently quite real; something is going on. But what? The movie never delivers on this subplot, which is essentially just more diversion.
“My Life” should be a more rigorous and single-minded film; maybe it started that way, before getting spoonfuls of honey to make the medicine go down. If a character invites us to join him on the most important journeys of his life – to parenthood and death – then he shouldn’t distract us with little side trips to schtick and funny business.