Revolutionary Road, what a brilliant film that was an intense look at the complexities of relationships, exposing the deep dark forces that are inherent within and hiding under the camouflage of so-called love. What is more interesting is that the film is based on a book, of the same name, which was published in 1962 and was a finalist in the National Book Award, up against the heavyweights of Catch 22 and The Moviegoer. So why should that be so interesting? I am sure that much has been written back in 1962 and since, but without going and googling it, it is interesting how contemporary that story is now, in 2013.
In those days, it seemed, that a happy wife was someone who managed to achieve white collars and cuffs, made the family exclaim Ah Bisto, in response to the gravy boat being placed on the Sunday dinner table or at the least seeing Dad off to work with his Cherry Blossomed shiny boots reflecting the drab black and white skies of permissive Britain.
Revolutionary Road portrayed a picture of that initial intense love when two people get together, and then rapidly evaporates before their eyes and quickly becomes clear, that they also actually hate each other, homicidal.
That fine line between love and hate, is it real?
There was a time, long long before the sixties, from my misinformed perspective, perhaps, that love was a virtue, the stuff of Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Thackeray or any other great writer of the times. The pursuit of love and its manifestation in either sex, but primarily in the male protagonist, would, in some sort of way, be seen to be honourable, courageous, gallant, noble, or whatever subjective quality that may have been used to describe it.
Nowadays, love is an acute mental pathological medical condition, coming with a sub-heading in the box marked DYSFUNCTION, as, co-dependancy, borderline personality disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, bi-polar disorder or any other of the 2000 disorders out there that we want to slot each other into. Honourable now means, people pleaser, courageous means risk-taker, noble means selfish, self-seeking or having a hidden agenda.
It gets confusing.
In the sixties Meester Bond would dish out the odd slap to whatever Bond girl happened to be standing there, usually this would be prior to him giving her a good seeing to, for which she was always grateful, on both counts.
In the Noughties if the dirty collared hero with the frayed cuffs and gravy stains on his shirt, says one wrong word about her new gay best friend, he is on the couch for an undetermined time as she sees fit.
Extreme examples, maybe, but the Wheelers of Revolutionary Road were emotional extremists, whereby an all-consuming bitter twisted hatred had the power to kill.
What is needed is Love.
All we need is Love
The Power of Love
Love will conquer all.
Unconditionally, of course.