We watched the Dr. Stephen Hawking biopic Sunday night. For several reasons I thought it was terribly sad. I know it's a story of the triumph of the human spirit. But watching him deteriorate, watching their marriage deteriorate. It just struck me as incredibly sad. Maybe it's having friends and relatives with Parkinson's and MS, watching the movie was a bit terrifying. And I couldn't understand why they were living in a two story house and he had to crawl up the stairs, until I thought about my father in law and his aversion to wheelchairs. I get it. I can certainly see why Redmayne got the oscar. It was a brilliant performance that sometimes left me believing I was actually watching Hawking. And near the end of the movie, Redmayne had to convey all of his acting and emotion and message with the quiver of his lip and the blink of his eye.
Good movie, I liked it. It just made me melancholy. But I was melancholy already, I guess.