Hi guys! Sorry for the week-long hiatus, I've been a little bit busy with failing my exams (yay). Ready for another cheery film about people dying in nasty ways? No? Well tough shit, cause that's what you're getting. The last film of this series is Wit, an film adaptation of the Pulitzer Prize-winning play of the same name starring Emma Thompson as a poetry professor who has been diagnosed with stage IV ovarian cancer. For those of you not in the know, ovarian cancer ain't pretty; stage IV ovarian cancer, in particular, is about as much fun as attempting to swallow live piranhas while on a broken rollercoaster, blindfolded. And the blindfold is snakes. Angry snakes.
|They're angry because you're eating their piranhas.|
|"Ok, and I'm just going to start inserting the piranhas now..."|
Wit, to a medical student, is a complete guide on how to be the most terrible, awful doctor ever; never in my long, long years of life have I ever seen a group of medical professionals organised into such a cluster fuck of bad medical practice, poor social skills, clumsiness and general lack of humanity. There are evil exiled space mexicans who put weird cockroaches in your ear with more empathy than these doctors; everything they do serves to humiliate Vivian (Emma Thompson) or assert their dominance over their peers. All in all the message here is pretty damn clear: doctors are brutal, heartless bastards.
|And aspiring time travellers.|
|The rabbits represent something very profound, I'm sure.|
|Unless hospital gowns are standard dress at this university and I got the totally wrong end of the stick.|
Srsly tho, Emma Thompson is truly astounding. I already love her (read my 3000 page slash fiction of her and Tilda Swinton's steamy road trip around Dorset. Mrawr.) but hot dayum is she on form here. The aforementioned soliloquies come from her and she stands her ground against the remorseless cinematography and excruciatingly long shots without even breaking a sweat, something I couldn't imagine many actors managing quite as well. That said, she was probably helped along to no end by her formidable experience in the theatah, dahling.
|She might have cancer, but she can still wipe the floor with your amateur-dramatics ass.|
|If you are neither a doctor nor a baker, you will never understand. If you are both, |
then please explain to me the physiological nightmare that is having two hearts.
|What would you get if you let Frankenstein's monster doctor create a monster?|
Overall Ben Equivalence Rating
Attending the "Fitness to Practice" Hearing of Harold Shipman -
Fun for all the family! Bring popcorn.