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Childhood wounds have gradually scarred over, thanks in part to environmental remedies, as middle-age has crept over Wendy (Laura Linney, Oscar-nominated performance) and Jon Savage(Philip Seymour Hoffman)she now 39-years-old and he 42. Distant family conflict has been conveniently compartmentalized into awfully different female and male subconscious minds. Try as they might, though, the past is not the past for these Savages. Wendy lives in NYC and writes never-produced playsher latest being a semi-autobiographical one about her and her brother’s childhood called, “Wake Me When It’s Over.” Jon lives in weather-forsaken Buffalo, where he works as a college professorhe’s finishing an as yet unsold book about an obscure subject no one cares about. Neither has ever married or had kids. Commitment issues? Neither knows that their feeble old father, who lives with his elderly girlfriend,and with what could be looked upon as his vengeful case of dementiaresides in retirement-epicenter Sun City, Arizona. A logical question being: Vengeance against whom?
Lenny’s mind and body are being cast aside too, in the wake of old age’s ferocity. No wife, no siblings, no friends. No forbearance. Just his adult daughter and son, both of whom he barely remembers. Even with the benefit of time’s passage, neither Wendy nor Jon can forget him. The daughter and son make a none-too-easy cooperative decision about coming to their father’s rescue in his final hour of need. He’s dying. If they don’t provide him the opportunity to do so with dignity, surrounded by what little family is leftsurrounded by what little love is leftthen they may never bring peaceful resolution to this long-dormant conflict. Better to try to forgive, than never forget. Better to make do, than not. So it goes, as family and film set about making the best of an impossibly stressful, heart-breaking situation. Dad’s still a bastard, awash in vulnerability, mortality having come to pay its inevitable respects. Wendy and Jon hastily move him into a rehabilitation center in Buffaloin the winter. Who among us wants to deal with death’s prospects?not the dying or their loved onesexcept that as the story’s circumstances inexorably play outwe see that, in fact, The Savages is dealing with it, warts and all. Foremost among those trying to grasp at mortality’s tale is Oscarnominated (screenplay) writer-director Tamara Jenkins. Jenkins has molded a poignant story around a universally relatable subjectthe intrinsic dignity of dying. Just like life, the movie is wry, sad, noble, and not without flaws (Wendy’s “messy” life may be too unsympathetic). But most of all The Savages is us. We see ourselves in Wendy and Jonwomen and men. How both sexes process the world they live in. Emotion and intellect, respectively. Daughter-Sister-WomanI feel overcome by guilt about my dying father and that makes us terrible people, and Son-Brother-ManWe have to put Dad in a nursing home because the fact is we’re not rich and neither you nor I have the time to care for him. For bothwomen and men alikealways on death’s terms. Most decidedly, not theirs. Not ours either. At its core, the story’s “deadly” subject is a symbolic manifestation of what’s really at stake in The Savagescoping…with life. In the film this conveyance is helped immensely by Linney and Hoffman’s performances. They’re well-matched on screen, palpable sister-brother sibling accord, and discord, firmly in tact. They love each other, but irritate the hell out of each other. Into their roles, the two performers respire refreshing breath, as their father draws his final ones. For fatherless daughter and son, death renews. Louis Boram Screen Formats: 1.85:1
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