From the outset, with that John Barry score, you just know you're in for some serious tear-jerking. And "My Life" does not disappoint, nearly to a fault.
There are two things that make it worth the emotional drain. One, the subject matter, and nothing is more universal or imperative than mortality; in this case, Michael Keaton is battling terminal cancer while his wife is months away from giving birth to their first child. Two (and this is above all), his is an exceptional performance. You absolutely feel for the guy as he's videotaping life lessons for his unborn child; he plays it with such sincerity. Nicole Kidman is no lightweight here, dealing with her own anguish, and both are seasoned actors elevating the material.
This will knock you square in the chest, but I cannot speak highly enough of Keaton in this movie.
There are two things that make it worth the emotional drain. One, the subject matter, and nothing is more universal or imperative than mortality; in this case, Michael Keaton is battling terminal cancer while his wife is months away from giving birth to their first child. Two (and this is above all), his is an exceptional performance. You absolutely feel for the guy as he's videotaping life lessons for his unborn child; he plays it with such sincerity. Nicole Kidman is no lightweight here, dealing with her own anguish, and both are seasoned actors elevating the material.
This will knock you square in the chest, but I cannot speak highly enough of Keaton in this movie.