Jeez, there’s nothing like crying like a little girl to make your night complete.
The Secret Life of Words starts out with Hanna, a quiet factory worker who keeps to herself and lives a life of solitude and repetition. Her bosses order her to take a holiday after fellow workers complain that she’s anti-social, so she takes a small trip and instead finds herself volunteering to become a sick nurse on board an offshore oil rig during her holiday. A detached person who seems to have little connection to anyone or anything, she arrives on the rig which is full of assorted, colorful characters. Her patient is Josef, a rig worker who jumped into a fiery blaze to save a fellow worker, and Josef’s off-color remarks and jokes thaw Hanna a bit. However, both of them turn out to be very broken people who have trouble reconciling their lives.
The Secret Life of Words is very, very good, make no mistake. Instead of telling you everything, it shows you bit by bit, piece by piece as the true stories of Hanna and Josef unfold and are far more compelling and tragic than anything I could’ve imagined on my own. You can see the thought that went into the movie, right down to the minor details of Hanna’s job to examining what she eats every day. It could well be tedious, but the scenes are framed so that they’re a very intriguing look into the structure an emotionally demolished person gives her life.
I never understood the Sarah Polley love before now. I’d seen her in a couple of assorted roles and I had always felt fairly underwhelmed by her, but now I get it. I get it one hundred and ten percent – she is, quite frankly, astonishing. Not only is she playing a survivor of the Balkan Wars, complete with accent, but ninety percent of the movie there’s no dialogue for Polley to rely on as a crutch. There’s no overbroad gestures or emotional hysterics for her to play up. Everything Polley does in this movie comes from her eyes and the extremely subtle, extremely rare affectations she gives her character. In short, Polley’s performance as Hanna is about as good as it gets.
Tim Robbins has always been a weird actor to me. I don’t detest Robbins by any stretch, but I found him tiring at best. Even when people played up how utterly great he was in Mystic River, I had no idea what all the hullabaloo was about. To me, Robbins was just kind of…there.
He does very well in this one. He takes an equally challenging part of a bedridden, burned oil rig worker who’s a bit rough around the edges and slowly peels back the layers of his character so that before you know it, Josef is a completely different person than you thought he was without jarring or disturbing the viewer. He gives as good as Polley does, with one small slip-up, in my opinion, but it’s a negligible one at best. Robbins is seriously impressive and astonishingly good; he is far better than I ever gave him credit for.
The direction is an odd thing because it’s noticeable, but simultaneously it’s not. You feel as though you’re almost totally an observer but at certain key moments the direction breaks to highlight some small detail, like an apple or a bar of soap, which is a tiny thing that speaks largely of the characters themselves.
Normally I have issues with bits of dialogue in movies like these, for films in this vein usually have hackneyed or wince-worthy moments that completely take me out of what’s happening. In the entire film, there was just one scene like this, and it was the negligible Tim Robbins scene I mentioned above. In truth, I’m sure lesser actors would’ve made some of the lines seem a lot more wobbly, but Robbins and Polley are so extremely good at what they’re doing that the words don’t sound hollow or staged.
Mainly, The Secret Lives of Words examines several things and examines them well: What does one do when you’ve suffered trauma so great that life will never be the same? How do you live with yourself? How do you stop existing and go on living? There’s an enormous difference between saying words and feeling them, and The Secret Life of Words is a tremendous film about two people attempting to heal in so many ways through their actions, rather than their words.
It’s excellent and well worth the time to watch.
A big round of thanks to J.D. for recommending it.
I love this film too, and am so glad you enjoyed it.
Aww, yay, Nick! Group hug!
*SQUEE*
Awww, J.D.
Thanks! I really enjoyed it, even among the floods of tears. Seriously, that’s the first time I’ve cried at a movie in years!
It’s so wrenching, isn’t it? *sniffle*
BUT, I am SO glad you’ve realized what’s so amazing about Sarah! You’ve seen Away from Her, right? Oddly enough, that’s where I started with her! God, she’s so amazing.
How’d you like Julie Christie’s cameo, btw?
I have NOT seen Away From Her – I definitely will have to, though.
Loved, loved, LOVED Julie Christie’s cameo. Made of win!
I also found myself very fond of the crazy cook guy. Hee.
Yes, you MUST. Seriously, it’s one of my favorites of last year, and Christie and Gordon Pinsent are absolutely heartbreaking in it. Plus, it created “Academy Award Nominee Sarah Polley.” EPIC WIN.
;)
EPIC WIN.
Indeed! I’m excited to watch it actually, but I have a feeling Sarah Polley’s movies are going to make me take breaks in between seeing them, just because I don’t want to cry like there’s no tomorrow ALL THE TIME!
What’s so wrong with crying?!
:P
Here’s one thing I took from your review: she perfects an accent but then doesn’t get to use it because 90% of the movie might as well star Charlie Chaplin.
I wish more movies with accents (K-19 The Widowmaker, for instance) had little to no dialogue. At least Polley’s was good! Harrison Ford talks for 120 minutes and apparently plays a character which such a diverse heritage that his country of origin switches every six minutes. Is he Russian? Is he Scottish? From Brooklyn? What?
Also, I want to hate Tim Robbins so much. So much. But The Hudsucker Proxy and The Player don’t let me.
Here’s one thing I took from your review: she perfects an accent but then doesn’t get to use it because 90% of the movie might as well star Charlie Chaplin.
Hee! Well, you do get a lot of outside chatter and a lot of background noise. It’s not like she’s completely silent. Plus, a lot of times you’re very focused on what she’s doing, not saying. The direction makes a point of that.
The 10% of the time that she does talk, it’s very well done and it would totally distract you if she didn’t. So, well played, Sarah Polley.
Harrison Ford talks for 120 minutes and apparently plays a character which such a diverse heritage that his country of origin switches every six minutes. Is he Russian? Is he Scottish? From Brooklyn? What?
Harrison Ford needs to give it up. Sean Connery as a Russian was equally as bad – at least Sam Neill gave the Russian accent a go; Connery just played it like a Muscovite by way of Glasgow. Dreadful.
Also, I want to hate Tim Robbins so much. So much. But The Hudsucker Proxy and The Player don’t let me.
Yeah, he used up all his good points from The Shawshank Redemption with me and was running on some serious credit, especially after Mystic River, which I think is an overhyped movie, but this one restored him in my eyes.
Someone please give me your insight on Hannah. Was there really another Hannah that bed to death or is it the same person. Was she the one who had to kill her own child? Is it her dead child that is the child talking throughout the movie? I am looking for feedback to help resolve a a disagreement with a friend who watched it with me. Thanks