PG-13 (thematic elements, brief sensuality/partial nudity); 103 min.
As depictions of the elderly and the effects of Alzheimers go, the gentle Canadian drama Still Mine is a lot closer to The Notebook than last years bleak, Oscar-nominated French film Amour. Theres a tenderness about it that softens the blow of tragedy, a grumpy whimsy that lessens the sting of Someday, thatll be me.
James Cromwell and Genevieve Bujold bring great sensitivity to the Morrisons, a New Brunswick farm couple whose world is shrinking and whose lives theyre in their 80s are winding down.
Irene is forgetting things. Craig isnt, and as active as he still is doing chores, tending to cattle, raising strawberries and milling his own lumber he figures that he can handle whatever adjustment their dotage requires.
Theyve raised seven kids, a couple of whom also farm and live close by. But while theyre not hiding Irenes steady slide towards senility from them, Craig and Irene arent updating the kids daily and arent seeking medical advice that Craig figures wont be of much value at this stage.
Still Mine is more sentimental than unblinking in its depiction of old age. Bujolds warmth hasnt faded as the wrinkles, gray hair and blemishes move in. And Cromwell might be entirely too spry wrestling with logs and such to fit most peoples idea of 87. But he makes Craig wholly human, someone whose temper flares at both bureaucrats and the wife whose infirmity frustrates and frightens him.
Its a sometimes moving movie of modest ambitions and simple charms, and sometimes thats enough.
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Roger Moore, McClatchy-Tribune News Service