I didn't know who would die first...
...the woman, or me from the excruciating boredom.
This movie shouldn't be called Amour, it should be called Spend Two Hours Watching An Old Woman Die While Every Now And Then Her Husband Tells A Pointless Story Or Spends 5 Minutes Chasing A Pigeon Around The House.
I know, I know, I should go watch Iron Man 3, or something less profound and deep. Let me tell you a little secret: There is nothing profound or deep about this movie. Keep trying to convince yourself otherwise, if that's what makes you feel artsy and refined.
Yeah, dying sucks. We've all seen it, probably, with one of our loved ones. However, just showing that for two hours does not a good movie make. Doing your taxes also sucks, and it's something people have to do in real life, yet I'm not about to go prop up a camera in my living room while I sit down and work out my W-2 and expect people to consider that a movie.
I will say this, the scene where he smothers her almost made the 2 hour long dreck worth it.