I saw it earlier this week at the Seattle Int'l Film Fest. I've tried to write about it four times; what can I say but that I found it brilliant and devastating. I've never seen a film where love, in its various manifestations, is so subtly conveyed. Most films offer a degree of escapism, they remove you from life. Be With Me brought one in contact with it. I can tell when I'm being manipulated, and I didn't feel it here -- at ALL. A very unique film; humane and seemingly, and quite strikingly, genuine. The majority of the audience stayed for the credits -- esp. notable on Monday night with the movie starting at 9:45pm-- and there were an abundance of kleenexes at the end.
I find the comments on the "mishandling" of the Theresa Chan documentary section incredibly misguided. The more or less "typical" weaving of the various characters, at a certain pace, is shifted by the space and shift in tone of her story; we are then restored to the fictional naratives, and Theresa is woven in at the end.
The combination of fiction and documentary is intriguing. The pace, while slow, isn't laboriously so. The tone was spot on. I have never seen anything quite as distinctive, and while dealing with some heavy material, it manages not to overstate itself.
Devastating and ultimately restorative in its effect. I've seen a lot of movies this year, several of which I'll probably end up owning. Ten years from now, there's no doubt that I will fondly recall this one.
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