Decadence.

An Education is the kind of film that makes me wish I was still reviewing films somewhere. Just a lot of things done very nicely indeed. One that came to me yesterday: Danny’s fancy cello. He tells Jenny that he used to play, and back when he did, he always swore to himself that he’d have a cello of that sort. But now that he has the La Dolce Vita life he does – spoiler? – and can afford the cello of his dreams, he never plays any more. And he rightly calls himself for keeping the thing on display. It’s vulgar and fetishistic. Or else ironic and self-deprecating. Either way, he is shamed by Jenny’s sincere delight – a sign that his conscience isn’t dead, merely numbed in a few places.

All that in one brief exchange. Delightful.

Comments

  1. Cubeland Mystic says

    Story of my life.

  2. Ex-Cellist (AKA O.I.) says

    Are you saying there's something wrong with decadence?

  3. Matthew Lickona says

    Well, that would just be plain foolish, now wouldn't it?

  4. Self-Loathing Bourg says

    Decadence and bourgeois self-loathing? Sign me up.

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