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Phantom Limb
The death of my seven-year-old brother when I was nine remains a painful and haunting memory. My parents did not know how to cope with the loss of their child and the entire family experienced indescribable pain. Phantom Limb uses this personal story as a point of departure. Whether it is a loss through death or divorce, the stages of grieving are the same. Individuals often go through denial, anger, bargaining, depression and, ultimately, some kind of acceptance, in order to heal. The film is loosely structured according to these stages. Interspersed throughout this poetic documentary are interviews with a cemetery owner, a phantom limb patient and an author of a book about evidence for life after death. Phantom Limb reminds viewers that while grief is painful and isolating, it is a reminder to each of us that life is impermanent. - Jay Rosenblatt
| Release : | 2005 |
| Rating : | 7.7 |
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| Crew : | Director, Additional Soundtrack, |
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| Genre : | Documentary |
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At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.
Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.
The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.
Actress is magnificent and exudes a hypnotic screen presence in this affecting drama.
"The death of my seven-year-old brother when I was nine remains a painful and haunting memory. My parents did not know how to cope with the loss of their child and the entire family experienced indescribable pain." (Jay Rosenblatt) I had read about Rosenblatt's short films, but the recent Museum of Modern Art screening of his newest work was my first chance to see one. Rosenblatt works by re-assembling found footage - old educational and corporate training movies, mostly - into poetic collages. For Phantom Limb, he weaves in his own family's amateur movies to create a very personal rumination on the childhood loss of his younger brother. There are parts of this picture that, were I to describe them, would sound very tough to watch, and others that might seem dull. Yet I was in awe for every one of the 28 minutes, and the MoMA crowd was spellbound.
