There is no great beyond. There is nothing waiting for us, there is nothing to look forward to, there is no hope for the days to come. This is an obituary for the generation past.The Big Chill is one of the greatest American movies ever made dealing with the concept of loss. I am you. I am all of you. A generation lost, a generation out of the tracks and into the unknown. You are what you choose in this life, not in some glorious afterlife, you are your hopes and dreams, your failures and successes, your mistakes and wrong doings, your past and your future, you are your friends.There is no <more> doubt that the concept of modern western life runs through the looking glass of adulthood and friendship. These two ethical constructions define not only the individual, but also his surrounding environment, the juxtaposition of self and society, of creation or destruction within the normal boundaries of a capitalistic State. It is within these constructions that family is born. Nevertheless, the binding force of the entire human web is based on the only natural error that Man has never come to terms with: death.The circle of friends portrayed in The Big Chill is long broken; a smell of forgotten innocence only remains to remind the group that once they were one. Not pieces of a puzzle, but the puzzle itself. Back in college they've learned to act as a fist, with strong bonds with one another; back in the American 60s, they learned that the dream of piece, love and understanding was not utopic, not unreachable, but just moments away
All of this now already faded away.In the prosperous America of the 80s lies another reality for them, the ultimate capitalistic dream, the life of the modern man encloses words such as family, money, kids, school, house, company, but not friendship. The ultimate hope of the once strongly connected group rests in the hands of the misfit, the one that never grew up, the one that probably stayed glued onto daydreams of the past and not conformities of the present, the boy that flew out of the window. And it is in this point exactly where Lawrence Kasdan begins his story, he heard a sound, probably we all did, and it was from the grapevine.The circle comes into closure, when one dies. After the funeral, a weekend is all that there is left for the eight friends to try and comprehend what went wrong. But in this very last stand of their own, they realize that what was missing was not something out there, but rather something within each and every one of them; old friends after all miss each other. With a light, romantic and earthly touch, Kasdan achieves his filmic purpose. You want to be a part of this, you want to reach out and feel the warmth, you don't want this to end
and it doesn't. At the end, we'll all leave in that house forever, alongside with Sam, Sarah, Michael, Nick, Harold, Meg, sipping coffee, hot chocolate and wine under the sounds of Marvin Gaye and the Temptations, knowing that all this is our personal, unique hideaway, our world outside the world, our very own Neverland. <less> |