
When I left the theater after watching Sam Mendes’ “American Beauty” I was stunned with the triumph of beauty, even in the brutally tragic ending. I admired the skill to pull that off, while many of my family and friends didn’t get it, and didn’t like the film. How could a pool of blood blossoming like a rose under Lester Burnham’s (Kevin Spacey) head be beautiful?
When the credits rolled after “
If brilliant acting and writing didn't make me love this film with dark material, what can? The scenes of angry screaming were so realistically painful, so intimately depressing, I wanted some element of beauty to balance my heart. Beauty is sometimes painful, and I have no qualms with that assumption. So what makes dark material palatable in “Amadeus,” “

My friend who watched it with me loved “
Cringing through the yelling scenes I wanted a powerful link, a Ratso and Joe connection to get me through the pain. None of the relationships in the film provided that. Maybe it's that realism that my friend likes. As she said when I told her I didn't like it, "well, you can't say it was superficial!" No, I can't say that.
