Good
actors bring so much to a scene that could easily get tagged as clichéd
otherwise.
Notice
the camera placement and the dialogues.
They are there for Burstyn to let
loose. Nothing else.
Once the monologue begins, all you see is her and her
alone.
And
it makes one tear up from the inside. Because she is able to reach a part of
you that has the same fears about the future and the same disappointments about
the past as her character.
You
could be sixty while you're watching this, or you could be twenty, or somewhere
in between.
Doesn't matter.
The
despair seeps through.
PS: Scene from Aronofsky's disturbingly psychedelic Requiem for a Dream. Catch trailer here.
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