What a cheerful film to watch right before bed. From start to finish, I'll Sleep When I'm Dead was remarkably depressing. It was like one giant meditation on the value of a person, wasted lives, how a city can change one's personality irrevocably. There was rape; there was suicide; there was loss, loss, loss.Of course, I can't say enough about the acting. Clive Owen and Jonathan Rhys Meyers were both brilliant, of course. JRM was very convincing as a victim whose mind was broken -- it was chilling to watch. Clive Owen spent most of the movie bearded, and while that mostly obscured his facial expression, it only made it that much more obvious how well he can act with just his eyes -- not to mention that expressive voice.
I always like the movies that explore the relationship between brothers, for some reason, and this was no different. It was almost easy to forget that they were brothers, however, since they never share a scene, and their attachment to each other is tentative but strong. Fascinating.
The ending leaves you feeling a bit unresolved and thoughtful. All in all, an interesting piece.
Rating: 3.5
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