Isabel Shayle on the film Late Marriage חתונה מאוחרת
Dover Koshashvili's Late Marriage just ended for me. It gave me a slap in the face that I did not expect. Sobering. What happened?
Everything was fine, the story was moving from scene to scene. All I needed was for the protagonist, Zaza, to be bigger and better than his identity would allow. Is that what the world wants from me, too? Will I only be acceptable if I become more of a fantasy and less real?
Women, beware. In real life, if he is not ready today, he will not be ready in five years. Men, beware, is more like it. Right? This man believed that he would have a relationship with himself or with his parents in the future with a dynamic other than what he currently has. That is not how life is. People do not grow and change. Well, if they do, someone should write a book about them, because they are rare.
So, I watched this movie, and when it ended realistically I hoped that the protagonist would wake up from the nightmare that is real life. Then the credits rolled, and I wondered whether I needed to wake from my real life.
No. No, that's not right. Everything is great, but I have PMS. It is such a tricky thing to have a human body. I am living the dream, but I have forgotten this truth because I am hormonally unbalanced.
Why does Zaza make the choices that he makes? Who would want a man like that? The reason that the film made me sad was that Zaza reminds me of everyone in the world, and so do his awful parents.
Brilliant film. I will have to see it again.