When one is depressed, they create a criteria for themselves. The things that they only pay attention to in the ubiquitous space around them. It’s an unconventional habit, one that sparks their internal suppression of emotional pain. You feel special, you look for the things that you only notice and that makes you feel better.
Beginners is the character study of a depressed man named Oliver. It’s a film I can only recommend for the Olivers in this world.
The biggest challenges in life. Death. Starting over. Love. What do they mean? What do they feel and look like? Through a heart-wrenching and thoroughly sincere pair of eyes do we see these concepts and what they mean to Oliver. Ewan McGregor truly empties out his pockets, emotionally, and entirely sinks in the depression our generation is immersed within. His character spreads out his life’s pivotal emotional moments through a non-linear and cerebrally charged form of storytelling highly reminiscent of 1960’s french new wave films. It lets in the light on a soul through a very old-school, sweet manner.
This is certainly one of the more subtle films I’ve ever seen, offering many strands of strikingly brilliant thoughts for those look for it; the depressed. It’s one of those films that nearly behave as a companion for its viewers at a certain focal point within their lifetimes. A father who’s come out of the closet after decades of marriage to a woman due to suppression from American society is now diagnosed with cancer. How to emotionally deal with those harrowing events in one’s lifespan. Oliver acts individually in his own story as he deals with the inspiration his father left him; the director’s approach keeps his tale very personal and strictly for the character itself. Yet as Oliver unravels before us, we are forced to ponder on ourselves and how we’ve developed into our own forms of depression. The ultimate question asked is, How have you become like this?
Beginners is a highly personal film only to be secretly consumed and isn’t a product deemed to be exploited. It’s certainly one of the finest hidden gems I’ve had the pleasure to experience. Not for all, only the depressed or grieving.
This film was my dad. An inspirational father whose on his deathbed.