The film itself I found to be visually beautiful and chock full of Sam Mendes's obsessesions (some of which are now predictable to the point of annoying, which is a shame, since I love both American Beauty and Road to Perdition. The film rendered the period beautifully and faithfully, but I still found it to be suffocating (as it should have been) and without point. Lines that were clearly meant to be astute and tragic observations on the human condition struck me as obvious, and there were few, if any, characters I had sympathy for (perhaps the secretary that was sleeping to DiCaprio's character?). I certainly don't need my media to be entertaining or feel-good, but Revolutionary Road strikes me as the type of picture a lot of people hold up as serious art that tells us something about the human condition (as theoretically opposed to my various genre interests), and I found it told me nothing I didn't know, but then stories of heterosexual suffocation are not my stories.
I think at twenty-five this film would have moved and devastated me. There were moments where DiCaprio's facial expression or wounded-boy logic were so similar to Michael's that I wanted to leave the room. As little sympathy as I had for this film's characters, it also left me with little for myself -- just relief.
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