It was out of curious case of mine to take a peek (and consumed by it eventually) at a movie whose bland posters are not objects enough for curiosity at all, save for its curious title. Yep, with Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett on it might be enough assurance that one will not be remorseful the moment he steps out of the movie house. But I learn not to typecast a movie by the line of actors they assembled, neither from its directors, nor its Hollywood-ness or Indie-ness or local-ness (I enjoyed watching Marian Rivera’s Nieves episode in this year’s MMFF’s Shake, Rattle, and Roll).
Brad Pitt is Benjamin Button. Unwanted at birth, he was brought to a nursing home (a home for the aged) by his father and was taken cared by her charming ‘mama’. Benjamin Button, a child born to have the typical appearance of a eighty-six-year-old man, inflicted with arthritis, has advance form of cataract, inability of hearing, and was commented to be in a state of deterioration. Benjamin Button, a man who grew younger and younger everyday. Benjamin Button, a man who was born old… and died an infant.
No comments:
Post a Comment