« In love there is always a choice to be made between passion and longevity »
This maxim suits a movie I’ve seen a few weeks ago: Revolutionary Road. The tale of a longevity story that strives for a change into passion only to fail.
In the middle of struggle to make a relationship that has overcome her personality, April, the main character, wants a way out. An escape out of her horribly lonely life.
Marguerite Duras once said: “Being a mother isn’t enough. Even an oyster can be a mother”. Some women in April’s shoes do make the relationship last because of their motherhood. Others don’t imagine motherhood as their main role in life, like April, and try finding themselves. The strange part is that April has no serious job, no prospects for future but still finds the strength to pull through, even through suicide. Another mother that leaves her children is Abigail Salmon of the “Lovely Bones” novel, soon to be made a movie.

April is a woman and after that comes her role as a mother.
Her husband, Frank, isn’t a man. He is lost in the shadow of his wife’s strong character. She is the man and her husband is emasculated.
The portrayal of all these intense feelings is powerful. April is especially touching because of her lack of reference points: she is put in the strange situation of choosing between a life she hates and her own will. As a mother it is easier for her to take into her desired new life her kids and her husband. As a lover she feels this might be the stepping stone of her relationship, the last chance to make it work. She wants to return to that moment in time when promises weren’t vain, when her relationship worked and grew because of them.
Frank has no way of understanding this. He loves his wife, his children and wants the control he can’t have. He lacks the depths of his wife’s character. And till the end he loves, expresses his love to a woman that can’t love him anymore.
What can be worse than unrequited love? At least we have an idea, since freedom is the answer the movie gives us. But still for a few strange and obliterating seconds unrequited love still triumphs over any kind of loss. Because it simply hurts deeply and surprisingly fast unlike the loss of a family member or of a body part that take time to install themselves and last longer. Common to all these loses is the feeling of guilt, the idea that “I’m not good enough, I couldn’t protect her/him, I’m useless”.
Harsh as it may be for Frank he has to live with two of them: he wasn’t good enough for his wife, he couldn’t protect her from herself. The only thing that saves him is the thing that damned her: the children.

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