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What a beautiful film! I was overjoyed by every minute that unfolded in front of me. Far From Heaven is such a wonderfully made and inventive piece of film that I wanted to give it a standing ovation as the end credits rolled.
Julianne Moore stars as Cathy Whitaker, a simple and pleasant housewife and mother of two gee-whiz kids in 1957 Hartford, Connecticut. Her husband, Frank (Dennis Quaid), displays the essence of the all-American upper-crust business executive with his big pearly whites and sparkling eyes and is known around their small, quaint town as Mr. Megnatech. But underneath his suit-and-tie exterior lies uncontrollable sexual desires for other men. Homophobia being as rampant in the 50s as racism, Frank forces himself to see a doctor to undergo a mental process of becoming "straight". The doc even suggests electric shock therapy, something that was scarily booming for gays and lesbians at the time. During all this, Cathy's life slowly downward spirals, turning her into a fiberglass waxwork of a life she thinks she's supposed to live.
Moore is luminous as Cathy, a woman so beautiful on the inside as she is on the out you want to reach out to the screen and give her a hug. Quaid explodes with power as Frank, a role many top-billing actors, like Quaid, would have never dared take on. The rest of the cast is also great, including Haysbert and Patricia Clarkson as Cathy's best friend, Eleanor. You'll remember Clarkson from her role in 1998's superb High Art. Haynes has become a magnificent auteur after a series of mostly ignored indie-size movies (the glitzy Velvet Goldmine). With Far From Heaven, he's blossomed into a director of immeasurable talent and intimacy. |
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