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A wealthy businessman Perry Krohn attempts to juggle the needs of his dedicated wife, demanding mistress and grown children while facing his own certain death from lung cancer.
I'm Losing You
1998 Directed by Bruce Wagner
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16 Sep 1998
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Oh, and this great gift of love that you have is just gonna make everything all better. The magic bullet of your cock is just gonna hose all the shit off the sidewalk.
The opening music is so good that I was saddened to see that this is the only film score by composer Daniel Catán. Although I haven't read the novel yet, I decided to see how Bruce Wagner directs (adapting his own novel, no less). So that was my sole reason for watching, although there are quite the few actors I like: Frank Lagella, Andrew McCarthy, Gina Gershon, and Amanda Donohoe. There's also Don McManus (Under the Silver Lake), so his appearance is a nice coincidence so that…
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It's very easy to see why David Cronenberg would want to work with Bruce Wagner after this, which starts as a terminal-illness dramedy and metastasizes into an unbelievably heavy religious and sexual nightmare, as informed by Old Testament views on menstruation as by AIDS. It settles down again a little, but only once it's staged an emotional bottoming-out and rebirth around a child's corpse. The sick joke is that the guy with the terminal illness seems to have an insultingly easy life compared to everyone around him.
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This unusual and overlooked drama knowingly treads a fine line of soapy melodrama, balancing that against a rich explorational of death, sex and religion. The script introduces some very dark irony and takes a sardonic look at Hollywood and capitalism. The dialogue is consistently witty and the ensemble cast are compelling, although the tone calls for a sort of remote emotional detachment that thwarts the power of their performances.
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An impressive cast doesn’t save this from being an unrelenting string of heavy tragedies. That they come out of nowhere, one after another, makes this feel more like melodrama than its comparatively reputable relative. While I do think there’s some truth to the randomness of cruel, unfair consequences of life simply lived in one direction, packing it all into ninety-ish minutes is overwhelming (a fool’s errand?). Not so much bad as overt. Would probably make a decent pairing with the 2003 adaptation of Leonard Cohen’s THE FAVOURITE GAME. I’d also like to see someone make a list of films directed by authors adapting their own novels.