I went. A friend texted me after seeing it and said it was really good. It’s not. I hope she doesn’t ask me about it because I thought it was horrible.
First, I don’t like romantic movies (I went to see Captain America - Civil War after; that’s more my speed.)
Second, I think it sends a horrible message to people who have stars in their eyes when it comes to romance.
As far as the romance, the chemistry between the two main characters was nil. Sam Caflin was okay but I was really surprised at how much I didn’t Emilia Clarke in that character. Maybe it was the way that it was written IDK. I don’t watch GoT so it’s not like I can’t see her as another character.
POSSIBLE REFERRAL TO SPOILERS
It hits close to home in a couple of ways. My mom had a terminal illness, one that paralyzes the body but leaves the mind intact. Thankfully, my mom saw the redemptive value of her suffering and also was a “good patient” which made it easy to take care of her. In spite of this there were people, even “good Christians” who suggested that her death relieved me of a burden. I don’t know if what they said was about me or more about them. It still bothers me that they saw her that way. I was grateful that I could care for her in a comprehensive way; meeting her physical cares (bathing, feeding, transferring her from bed to chair when she couldn’t do that anymore, suctioning mucous so she could breathe, toileting) but also her emotional, and spiritual needs. Basically, she let me love her in a profound way, a way that some people aren’t willing to do. It takes humility to accept that much assistance and people who do accept it graciously are heroic.
The character in the film could not do this, even though he was going to break their hearts. We, as a society, will lose more and more of our humanity, if we forget that taking care of those among us who are weaker is what makes us civilized. There are highly intelligent animals (e.g., elephants) who care, and protect the infirm among the herd; humans, with our intellect and compassion, should do that and more. And we have to do a better job at letting our families and friends know how much they mean to us that and they will never be a burden to us. BTW, I did not care for my mom alone; hospice was involved but there were a group of her friends that were there for her and me, too.
The other way in hit home was that I lost a boyfriend when I was 21. I was so in love. And in denial. I knew of his heart condition; I knew he had died once before and I knew that he was told he wouldn’t make it to 30. He was 28. I never dwelt on it (denial, remember) but I did try to imagine losing him but it was nothing like the real thing. There was nothing romantic about it. Especially since people made thoughtless remarks then, too (“At least you have your freedom.”) I could have been left enough money to never work again and I would have said “keep it,” if it would have brought him back. I still feel this way.