Several years later I can still appreciate the beauty and fragility of both Julianne Moore and Isabelle Huppert, and their bravery in attacking their respective roles with sensuality. Which was the right choice for both characters, really. And while Savage Grace has the tacit advantage of being based on a true story involving tragic Bakelite heirs (you read correctly), both movies aren't much to write home about. They can't really spin much conflict, tension or pathos out of the whole mothers-sleeping-with-their-sons bombshell, which I found quite surprising. There isn't even a vein of perversion to render the sordidness at least compelling or melodramatic. By the time it happens in both films it just seems inevitable and rote. Did Hugh Dancy grow a moustache for nothing?
On an unrelated note next week my mother turns 65.
Happy birthday mum! I love you xxx
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