I just finished watching Cheri, with Michelle Pfeiffer. Rupert Friend, Kathy Bates, and a bunch of other perfectly cast individuals. It has got to be one of the most satisfyingly genius pieces I have ever watched.
There are few actors that never fail to deliver in much the same way as Pfeiffer. Perhaps, only surpassed by Meryl Streep.
Cheri is an adaptation of a 1920s novel by Colette and is masterfully put together. Despite being completely devoid of swearing, full frontal nudity, and any sort of violence it is more powerful and engaging than just about anything I've seen since The Deep End of the Ocean.
For a true definition of irony, watch the end of the movie. In a nut shell, two lovers are so bound by convention and desire to do right by each other that they deny themselves the one thing that will make each of them happy. So, bound by their own ideals that Leah surrenders her due to the curse of being born too early, and Cheri being bound by his obligation to live his due number of years, agrees to let go of Leah. In the end, it was all for nothing.
Love is what it is. Despite all that we read, see, and hear about it, so few are blessed with actually experiencing it. For those that do, even fewer value it as fully as they should. In a nut shell, and unless you are a nut, if you can't live without somebody, do your utmost to live life without regrets.
Gifts are to be enjoyed, not squandered. Love, like life, should not be wasted for want of lead.
