Cake
Cake is a movie
about a woman who lives with chronic pain.
Claire, played by
Jennifer Aniston, has the kind of pain that makes it difficult to move and
difficult to be polite. She is cranky and bitchy and incredibly honest. She is
also dealing with a great deal of emotional pain, although it takes most of the
movie to find out why (actually, you don’t have to be a rocket scientist to
figure out what happened way ahead of the dénouement). One of the ways she “deals”
with that is by popping pills and drinking quite a lot.
Claire alienates
everyone around her, getting kicked out of her pain support group, is fired by her
physiotherapist, and is in the final stages of a divorce. Her only support and
friend is her maid Silvana (a wonderful Adriana Barraza). The movie is
about Claire finding a way through the pain. She’s also trying to find a way
through the suicide of a fellow member of the pain support group and in the
process, figuring out whether she wants to live with her own pain.
I had great hopes for
this movie. After all, it’s not often that you see chronic illness and chronic
pain portrayed with a sense of realism, rather than as a subject of pity or
mindless hero worship.
There are many things
right with this movie. Aniston is good, maybe even very good. She gets most of
the physicality of having chronic pain right, moving with a stiff exaggerated
care that is accompanied by winces, involuntary groans, and spending much of
her time with her teeth clenched.
I liked the meandering pace of the movie, not
knowing exactly what had happened to this woman, other than it was something
traumatic and life altering beyond the physical impact of the event. I loved
the relationship she had with Silvana, whose heartfelt caring is met by both abrasive
rejection and fear, Clarei’s desperate need for comfort tightly suppressed.
There were also things
I didn’t like. Claire is addicted to painkillers or, rather, to the physical
and emotional numbness they bring her. This addiction makes sense in the
context of the character. Still, the advocate in me would very much like to see
a good movie about someone who lives with chronic pain who uses painkillers
because they are needed to cope with pain and without getting addicted. This
movie is going to add to the public confusion around this issue, making it
harder for those of us who need opioids to get through our days. If Jennifer
Aniston got addicted, surely so will we. Right?
The not-so-subtle
hints that the Claire should have gotten better by now and hasn’t because she
doesn’t want to be better, irritated
me to the point of wanting to throw something at the screen. It was simply too
easy and, I believe, it reflected more about what the general public would like
people in chronic pain to be, rather than any sort of reality. After all,
getting better — both emotionally and physically — is as simple as deciding you
want to be and then doing something about it, isn’t it?
Yeah, right.
Am I expecting too
much from a movie? Absolutely. It could be argued that this is simply a movie
about a woman who is dealing with the aftermath of a traumatic event. As such,
it is relatively unflinching, despite being anchored in stereotypes. Aniston is
on screen for most of the movie and does much to elevate it from a bit of an
incoherent mess to a strong portrait of a woman in pain. I just wish the movie
had had the courage of its convictions and pushed the boundaries a bit more,
instead of pulling its punches.
I would recommend that
you see it, but be careful to enjoy it for what it is. If you have chronic
pain, be prepared to roll your eyes and have a vigourous discussion with your
companions about the realities of pain and opioid use when you go for coffee
after the movie.
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