Something sacred

Darren Aronovsky’s uncompromising take on grief, fatherhood, Literature and, well, the horrifying reality of morbid obesity divided critics. Some disliked it, some admired Brendan Fraser’s Oscar-winning performance. A critic I quite admire called it “stagey”. Well, yes. It is a film adaptation of a stage play, after all.

I greatly admired this courageous work. Why? It starts with the very artistic choice of a 4:5 aspect ratio (a la Robert Eggers’ The Lighthouse) which underscores the dilemma of one who has fallen prey to addictive over-eating: the world literally becomes too relatively small to contain the very large person and they are constantly bumping into things and can’t function in any way normally.

And it ends with denouement that can only be called Revelatory. I won’t spoil it to say that the very Aronvsky-esque ending (have you seen his masterpiece, The Fountain?) has Fraser’s character perhaps ascending to Heaven. I would argue that moment is very well earned.

In between we have Fraser’s desperately humanistic portrait of a man, destroyed by Divorce and grief, who has been taken over by what is acknowledged as an addiction, overeating. We open with him masturbating while watching porn, when a knock at the door of his sad little apartment interrupts the sad, loveless act. The film’s tone is set perfectly, as we are brought into the world of Fraser’s…