Yesterday, my wife and I watched Tuesday, a new film about a woman, her terminally-ill daughter, a young nursing student and death itself, depicted by the changing form of a macaw. Purposely disturbing and plodding at times, it deals with the universal experience of death and grief.
As this fantasy reveals, death can be ugly or sweet, unexpected or foreseen, random or terribly prolonged. Though shunned by many, it is a gift for others; we may attempt to delay its arrival but it is inevitable. Clinical for those who deal with its cause, death is, for all, the final expression of life.
Beyond the topic of death, the film also touches on the concept of afterlife, offering the verdict that we live on in the memories, lives and achievements of those we influenced, a pleasing conclusion to this tale of love, loss and grief. I recommend this movie.
