by Joan
Every so often a book or movie comes along that is quiet yet
profound, a story that makes you slam your back against the chair, stare at the
ceiling and wonder how something so simple and understated can be so insightful.
That book might be Cheryl Strayed’s Tiny Beautiful Things, Rachel Joyce’s The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry or Megan Mayhew Bergman’s Birds of a Lesser Paradise.


When bowling gutter balls with his every-other-weekend dad
(Ethan Hawke), Mason pleads for bumpers so he can knock down some pins. “You
don’t want the bumpers,” his dad says. “Life doesn’t give you bumpers.” And
Mason’s surely doesn’t.
Patricia Arquette ages on screen in a raw and heartbreaking
role as she makes one bad decision after another, both for herself and her kids.
Toward the end of the movie, she says goodbye to Mason as he leaves for college,
reflecting on their years together. After divorcing three husbands, getting her
degree and landing a teaching job, after birthdays and graduations, she thought
there would be more. She is left staring at her final milestone: death.
It’s the type of movie you want to talk about, to text your son about, to
see again. It’s the type of movie that makes you want to write an understated
and insightful story of your own, a culmination of your experiences and
heartaches, your joys and mistakes and missteps, your quiet life.
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