Love Liza
This is a very, very sad movie. It’s not a “sad comedy” like the cover says- it’s a SAD SAD thing- so be warned. It stars Philip Seymour Hoffman as a man who turns to huffing gasoline in order to avoid the incredible loss he feels over his wife committs suicide. OK, I could understand how that wouldn’t seem like the feel-good-hit of the summer. It isn’t. I said it was very, very sad. But it offers a view of what can happen to almost anyone who turns to the wrong stuff to deal with loss- it also gives you a lot to be grateful for. If you’ve had enough romantic comedies (Sandra Bullock/Jennifer Lopez/Cameron Diaz ends up with Hugh Grant/Ben Affleck/Matthew McConaughey), or cop buddy flicks (he’s black and from the wrong side of the tracks/a seasoned veteran, and he’s from a white upper-class family/the new hotshot rookie- but they become best of friends while foiling the assassination attempt/kidnapping/drug shipment) it’s a good rent.
