"There's always a price to pay," one of the characters says in THE SON'S ROOM. The price for loving is grieving. The lyrics of one of the songs in the movie says it nicely: "To live, you have to die a little." Profound observation (and ominous foreshadowing). The pivotal scene packs a wordless wallop. The perplexing thing about tragedy- Death, specifically- is that it's so arbitrary; the best man doesn't always win in real life. In the final analysis, it doesn't even matter who "wins" and who "loses"; we all lose in the end. Death will out. Our best hope is to be able, like the characters in this movie, to let it out. Otherwise, it's a slow dissolution. "Finally, I can cry," one character says: "I could cry all my life." From what I've come to understand, that's what we're supposed to do if we're so inclined.
Review of The Son's Room
