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Elegy
• by director Isabel Coixet
When I read Philip Roth’s novel The Dying Animal the
year it was published (2001), I thought, “some day a filmmaker
will direct a movie based on this story.”
It never occurred to me that that filmmaker would be me. (I was never
very good at predicting things—it never ever rains when
I take an umbrella outside). Seven years later, the film Elegy,
based on Roth’s work, will be on a screen near you.
Elegy is a journey into the mind of David Kepesh (Ben Kingsley),
a Columbia University professor who knows everything about history,
music, books and plays, yet doesn’t know the most basic things
in life: how to love and how to accept love. He is enduring a fraught
romance with Consuela (Penélope
Cruz), a young student, and, he is unable to see the emotional void at the
centre of his infatuation. He is a man who thinks it better to fantasize about
being left than accept the challenge of being worthy of love. David’s
problem (a problem Consuela does not have) is not that he is obsessive—it’s
that he lacks love and has a profound fear of death. These are the themes of Elegy.
Ben Kingsley perfectly captures Kepesh’s twinkly arrogance, the
supreme frailty of a man sustained only by his deceptive mind. Penélope
is a luminous, frail, strong, brilliant Consuela. Patricia Clarkson
is incredibly touching as Carolyn, the other woman in Kepesh’s
life. Dennis Hopper is a genius as George, Kepesh’s true soul
mate.
There are things a director cannot direct: one can pray for chemistry
between your actors but, if it’s not there, there’s nothing
you can do. The moment David Kepesh and Consuela Castillo begin to
walk—holding hands in
the streets of New York—or, the moment I saw the amazing Patricia Clarkson
playing with her stockings or Dennis Hopper falling down in the poetry reading,
I truly felt as if I were the most blessed director in the whole world. I still
feel that way.
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