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When the movie first opens on an audience seating itself before some kind of a theatrical performance and the camera lingers... and lingers... and lingers... on the same camera angle... and then lingers some more, I was willing to suspend a yawn and carry on watching. Oh boy. What a tedious boring disappointment. A claustrophobic waste of celluloid. I tried to like it - I really did. But truly, I didn't even like this couple who apparently are so absorbed in their "coupledom" that they have no friends- except for the concierge couple who help. This couple show more affection and delight for a former student than they do their own daughter- who I think may have disappointed them by becoming a member of an orchestra and not a soloist? I wasn't too clear on that one. The basic premise of a dying woman wanting to stay at home was valid- but in reality, that particular husband was in no shape to properly take care of himself never mind her. And we only have his word for it that the doctor ever visited. And a nurse/helper only 3 times a week? How was that even barely adequate care? Yes Emmauelle Riva's performance was good. But really who cared? And did the husband actually kill himself at the end by sealing himself in a room? By that point I was out the door. Dreadful waste of time.
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