I have an ungodly knack for choosing the most reprehensibly depressing films on my freeday.
I just watched 'Immortal Beloved.'
Jeroen Krabbe is always mediocre at best, but Isabella Rossellini was, frankly, superb.
I shouldn't have to mention how brilliant Gary Oldman was, with his sensitive upside-down mouth and tenuous fingers, carrying voice, the strong stillness of him...but I will, because I do adore him so.
Anyhow.
I think Bernard Rose was historically off on the identity of the 'unsterbliche geliebte,' but it was a moving film, nonetheless, and mindbogglingly upsetting.
I do hate the scene where they miss one another by moments in the corridors of the Karlsbad hotel. Those misunderstandings across decades between lovers always make me a little upset.
Of course, that is because there is always a pathetic little swot who will occasionally pop her head up and say 'the world was meant for lovers!'--after which I will smack her upside said head and tell her she's barmy.
Still, she has great taste, cause she likes Gary as much as I do.