This was how I felt during the entire movie. Not because the plot, the time or the acting weren't' good. In fact I think the acting and overall, the movie was pretty good.
So good that it causes me agony.
I empathise with Professor Hawking.
I empathise with his initial depressive resignation to fate when he was given the prediction of two years when he was diagnosed with the disease.
I empathise with his despair and paradoxically, his fiery determination not to be a burden to his family when his condition worsens after he got his doctorate, struggling on the stairs in his apartment.
I empathise with him and at the same time, with his wife, Jane who was struggling and almost at her limits to be a caregiver after years as a dutiful wife and falling in love with another man.
It was trial in the day and judgement, in the night. The struggles of Professor Hawking and Jane had nearly made me want to walk out of the cinema. The mind understands but the heart is in denial. It was just too much pain to bear. The pain of losing each other and also, oneself.
No matter how much pain it is, no matter how much tears it cost, we need to let it go out of love for each other and also, for oneself.
At the end of the day, it was what was left in Pandora's box which saves him from dying before death.
"However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there's life, there is hope."
Dr Stephen Hawking
And I totally concur with him on this.
A painful yet inspirational movie.
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