Em França os filmes chegam aos cinemas 2 a 3 meses mais tarde do que em Portugal – Still Alice estreou há apenas 2 ou 3 semanas.. Na semana passada estive no Congresso Internacional de doença de Alzheimer e de Parkinson. Todas as terapias em ensaios clínicos parecem estar a falhar – são duas doenças de tal modo complexas e multifactoriais que a comunidade científica parece regressar sempre à estaca zero.
Hoje fui ver o filme em V.O. a Cannes. É impossível ficar indiferente. Impossível parar as lágrimas.
Transcrevo alguns dos diálogos.
“My yesterdays are disappearing, and my tomorrows are uncertain, so what do I live for? I live for each day. I live in the moment. Some tomorrow soon, I’ll forget that I stood before you and gave this speech. But just because I’ll forget it some tomorrow doesn’t mean that I didn’t live every second of it today. I will forget today, but that doesn’t mean that today didn’t matter.”
“I used to know how the mind handled language, and I could communicate what I knew. I used to be someone who knew a lot. No one asks for my opinion or advice anymore. I miss that. I used to be curious and independent and confident. I miss being sure of things. There’s no peace in being unsure of everything all the time. I miss doing everything easily. I miss being a part of what’s happening. I miss feeling wanted. I miss my life and my family. I loved my life and family.”
“Alice: I miss myself.
John: I miss you too, Ali, so much.”
Lisa Genova in “Still Alice”