All the unusual rain and cold at this time of year in Brasilia leaded me to look for a movie that would fit the night's weather. I wanted a story that would invoke a comfy chair in front of the fire, with a hot cup of tea on the side. For that matter, The Light Between Oceans (other movie I've missed at the theaters last year) was a perfect choice.
The first sounds in the movie are from crashing waves, one of my favorites in life. The pace is quiet, as the characters. Isolation, the search for more peaceful days, the meeting of kindred souls, the amazing scenery... all of that met my expectations. I knew about the story, thanks to those trailers that love to tell the whole plot in just a few minutes. I knew sadness was coming,
The first half of this movie is endearing, melancholic, sweet during the first beautiful and delicate days of Tom and Isabel's love. Fassbender and Vikander has a lovely chemistry on screen, one that may have been permeate for their feelings out of screen. They work well together, there are beauty and understanding there.
When the story takes a turn for the worse, we see what this film is mostly about. How many times we take a wrong turn in life, relating small or big things, in order to avoid a conflict or as a sign of love only to discover that the worse is yet to come? It is inevitable. We don't avoid pain with more pain. Maybe this is one of life's biggest lessons. Even if some situations are not black and white, other are very clear, and on these one we know that there's not an acceptable alternative to the sheer truth.
My biggest but to this movie? The final credits. What a waste of beautiful scenery in a corny attempt to emphasize the link between the two main characters? It really let a bitter taste on me. Derek Cianfrance was so good in Blue Valentine, so fierce. This tragic story was worthy of the same strength from the first amazing wave sounds to its ending.