I can’t imagine why someone who is grieving would want to watch movies about grieving and grief behaviour. I did, there’s no why. I have written about watching Truly Madly Deeply over and over. I watched it, and found it consoling.

I saw a couple of movies last year that depicted life after a death in the family. I appreciated that what might have looked like odd behaviour on the big screen reminded me of what normal can be like.

I recommend (and have reviewed):
Genova – the character studies are intelligent, multi-layered portraits of grieving.
Quiet Chaos – is a subdued but sure-footed meditation on grieving as lives and priorities are reassessed.

As with Truly Madly Deeply, it’s deeply gratifying to see a difficult theme faithfully handled without unnecessary tragic overtones or a weepy soundtrack.

I have to mention Ghost as well, mostly becasue of my supermarket episode. . Ghost is more weepy and Hollywood in style than the other films, just so you know.

Four Weddings and Funeral, fast forward through the weddings just to hear the reading of W. H. Auden’s moving poem:

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

The clocks stop.