on how we went to bed one night and never shared a bed again - Nobody tells you about *the moment.* It’ll creep up on you and will have passed before you even realize it was there. Nobody warns you but at some point,...
17 May 2015
Movie Review: Lilting
Death is the great mystery of life. Denial is its most favored remedy. Lilting traces the curvature of the pain and grief that an untimely or an unexpected death provides. We've got the husband and the mother. Both are in tremendous pain, grieving yet unable to grieve. The mother, who is a Cambodian Chinese immigrant, makes contact with her dead son's "roommate" to come to understand her son's life. It a strange way, it seems that the only way that she can grieve and make peace with her son's death is to force herself to accept the fact that that he is dead.
It reminds me of this journal article I read years ago where the psychologist somehow used Lacan to adapt Elisabeth Kubler-Ross's five stages of loss and grieving to the loss of a projection -- such as a parent believing their child is heterosexual when in fact they are not. It was a read that I apparently noted for something to remember. But in this movie, the mother is using the opposite approach. Using the acceptance of her son's homosexuality as a way to accept his death.