Flipping through HBO today, I caught the last 45 minutes of Angels in America. I simply cannot pass this movie up when I come across it. I just love it. Or as Alvie said to Annie, "I loof it, loave it, luff it." When you really, really mean it, there has to be several goofy ways to pronounce it so that you adequately feel you've expressed it. At least that's the law that I live by.
My absolute favorite actor in this movie is Justin Kirk. He is wonderful, woooonderful, to watch. And not bad to look at either.
An on-line reviewer said, "After the first episode I wondered, "Is this going to be six sad hours of people dying but still fighting their romantic battles, some of them venomous, until they're finally put to rest?" But despite these worries, I found myself absorbed by the characters, and after the second episode, I was smitten with the writing, the actors, the characterizations, the ambition and beauty and sheer genius of Tony Kushner's play. By the final episode, I was extremely moved and more hopeful than sad -- I had spent six hours with them. Nichols, his cast and the monumental Kushner have made a work of difficult beauty -- the scope of this film as impressive as any grand novel, as any other grand movie or perhaps even a grand life. Among the cast members, Justin Kirk as Prior Walter was my favorite -- his charm and tragedy and occasional hilarity made him a particularly stunning character."
I couldn't have said it better myself. Except the part about being worried about six sad hours of people dying and fighting romantic battles. I figure, people have actually gone through this. So, what's the harm to me to experience it through artistic expression. I'm not that shallow. Maybe I'll learn something, right?
The DVDs are going on my Christmas list. I just luff it.