The sad irony of Still Life, with the great English character actor Eddie Marsan as a quiet crusader on behalf of those who die alone, isn’t the movie’s title; it’s the abiding indignity of its stress on dignity.
It’s hard to affirm life by leaving out so much of what it really feels like. But writer-director Uberto Pasolini, best known as the originator of The Full Monty, here insists on the manicured, melancholic poise that only exists in semi-precious little films — maybe because they’re routinely rewarded for it (Still Life took four awards from the 2013 Venice Film Festival). Marsan’s character is a sympathetic sort, the solitary soulful bureaucrat whose job of 22 years has been to track down next of kin and arrange final ceremonies, lonely though they inevitably are.
The eulogies he writes, and for which he alone usually is the audience, are gracious guesswork, based on
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