When she starts forgetting odd words here and there, and then feels disorientated during a run on the usually familiar university campus, she wonders whether she might have a brain tumour.
Later, after the devastating diagnosis, she wishes her original hunch had been right. When you have cancer, she muses, people ‘wear pink ribbons for you’. Society doesn’t rally round Alzheimer’s victims in the same way.
That’s true enough, but there was always a danger with this film that it might trumpet the message too loudly. The writer-directors are Wash Westmoreland, an Englishman, and his partner in life as well as art, Richard Glatzer.
Everyone MUST see Oscar-winner Julianne Moore's brilliant depiction of a woman's slide into dementia!
Julianne Moore’s performance as a linguistics professor diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s disease arrives in our cinemas already festooned with awards — a Bafta, a Golden Globe, an Oscar.
So you’ll probably go to see Still Alice expecting something special, which isn’t always a helpful mindset to take past the popcorn and pick ’n’ mix. Don’t worry, though. Something special is what we get.
Moore plays Dr Alice Howland, an illustrious academic at Columbia University and author of a seminal text, From Neurons To Nouns, who at the start of the film is celebrating her 50th birthday in the loving bosom of her clever, high-achieving family.
She is a woman who appears to have drawn one of life’s winning lottery tickets, with a husband (Alec Baldwin) who adores her, three attractive children, professional acclaim, a substantial income, a handsome Manhattan home.
When she starts forgetting odd words here and there, and then feels disorientated during a run on the usually familiar university campus, she wonders whether she might have a brain tumour.
Later, after the devastating diagnosis, she wishes her original hunch had been right. When you have cancer, she muses, people ‘wear pink ribbons for you’. Society doesn’t rally round Alzheimer’s victims in the same way.
That’s true enough, but there was always a danger with this film that it might trumpet the message too loudly. The writer-directors are Wash Westmoreland, an Englishman, and his partner in life as well as art, Richard Glatzer.
When she starts forgetting odd words here and there, and then feels disorientated during a run on the usually familiar university campus, she wonders whether she might have a brain tumour.
Later, after the devastating diagnosis, she wishes her original hunch had been right. When you have cancer, she muses, people ‘wear pink ribbons for you’. Society doesn’t rally round Alzheimer’s victims in the same way.
That’s true enough, but there was always a danger with this film that it might trumpet the message too loudly. The writer-directors are Wash Westmoreland, an Englishman, and his partner in life as well as art, Richard Glatzer.