In the film, Blake isn’t talking about killing himself; maybe he’s too doped up. I don’t know. He’s wearing a woman’s black slip and army boots, so who knows where his head is at. Obviously, not anywhere approaching reason.
But Blake does show some strange reason when he does take deliberate action – when he does kill himself, for in this, and only in this, he is orderly and neat. He found a quiet and safe place. He choose carefully. He told no one. Suddenly, the knowledge of the fact that he’d be dead in a day or two or in a few short hours might have been incredibly liberating — this fact alone can afford one the opportunity to be happy again. The world is suddenly light again because the end is in sight. Ironic, isn’t it?
Blake never breathes a word to anyone, not about his suicide, not about anything, really – not to anybody. The only person he does talk to is, in fact, himself – perhaps the only person who understands. It’s comical when the sales executive from the Yellow Pages arrives at the stone mansion about renewing the “automotive shop” advertisement Blake must have placed a year prior. (Did he? And if he did, clearly his circumstances have changed.)
Blake does listen, but says nothing. It’s not that he’s impolite; quite the opposite – the salesman is comfortably seated in a great room on a grand sofa, but Blake is almost curled up into a fetal position, unable to deal with the world – and I know this kind of depression because I’ve seen it and I’ve been it. It’s howling and horrible and you’d do just about anything to get the McFuck out of it — including taking your own life, and as I said, I’ve known one too many people who have. One is enough. One is too many.
Sure, part of the depression – a major part could be attributed to manic depression, or now bipolar illness, or maybe even drugs (though we never see Blake use drugs that I can recall). Cobain was not, at the time of his death, taking lithium or any other drugs that are used for manic depression, leaving himself untreated – a dangerous thing for someone in his situation, given the givens. A manic downswing combined with heroin would cause a major downswing. I would guess the best of us would wind up in the fetal position.
Article comments
1 - anabelll
i like your article. it feels like i've watched the movie through it.
2 - sadi ranson-polizzotti
hi Anabel,
I hope that's a good thing... thanks for the read and commenting... It's a good film. If you liked Nirvana and followed the Cobain story at all and know a fair amount, then I'd recommend it. Sad, but pretty well done, i thought.
Thanks -
Sadi R-P
3 - John Daly
The film (Last Days), was the worst film I ever saw in my life. Focusing on 3 days of depression doesn't show how the person gets there. How can a person relate? You can't understand a lot of what people say in this film. You don't understand how he got to that point. I think the mood was right, but a person can't relate to it if he doesn't see the contrast of what lead up to that point. No, I can't beleive this film ever got off the ground. I think I could do better!
4 - sadi ranson-polizzotti
hi John:
having been there myself (depression, dark - very)i know where you are coming from. There isn't enough build up here to really show or demonstrate how he got into the state he is in. Also, my brother was chronically depressed and also shot himself (a suicide) so I know what you mean - the thing is, I think it's so hard to define, as van Sant calls it, "Last Days."
I suppose in a way, at least for my brother, and like i said, i've been there, those last days are sort of like living through tissue paper guaze in which the world hardly reaches you - for me anyway, i just felt numb, as if I had been injected mind and soul with novacaine. My brother, for his part, acted almost 'too normal'. He even said 'goodbye' to everyone (happily so) and told us he was going on a 'trip" like a vacation, and that he wouldn't see us for a while.
Nobody even questioned it because it was the sort of thing he would do. He hid his depression all too well. I think many of us do. I know that I am a master at hiding it from my family because I don't want to burden them, so i keep my depression held in a tight ball in a handkerchief in my fist. It's hard.
As i said, you would never have know with my brother. I know, always, he was depressive like me, but at that time, did I know he would do what he did? No. I would have stopped him if I could have - but the point is, i know this, that he didn't want to be stopped. IT wasn't a cry for help - he wanted to succeed. To ask for help mean to be saved and he didn't want that. HE wanted to get it done, and he planned methodically. I understand this. A cry for help is a beast of a totally different nature. An actual attempt is a beast all its own - do you agree?
It's hard to say that the last three days are anything... who knows, right? I can't say what Cobain went thru anymore than what my brother went thru. I can only point to my own situations and say what I have been through.
In saying that, I did find some of Van Sant's depictions accurate. The not really making sense things - the attempt to connect with just anything as when the Cobain character goes off into the woods (this i read as some attempt to just re-connect, tho i could be wrong).
After, the sense of just giving up - of walking like the zombified dead. For him, no doubt, a good part of this was drugs i think (but i'm not positive but that's what i've heard). Not so with me - but i was certainly zombified by grief. Like the living dead, i was a hungry ghost, just wandering the house, never leaving, hardly speaking to anyone. I didn't connect and could not connect at all. I think Van Sant captured at least that.
I do get where you are coming from and as a depressive as well you have my understanding and always empathy; it's hard for someone on the outside to know what really goes on inside your or my head. I think you and I could perhaps relate more (or perhaps not) tho i have a feeling we could. Maybe Van Sant's failing in this sense was that he has never really been there himself... in this way, he can be good, but just not the right person to really capture the dark mood or Cobain during the last days of his life...
make sense?
i hope you write back -i think we have a fair amount to say and i'd value your take.
be well,
sadi r-p
5 - sadi ranson-polizzotti
Oh, John, your comment somehow was posted twice... I noticed your first sentence "it was the worst film I had ever seen in my life." Really? God, i can think of a thousand worse films. The reason it may have struck as bad, or not accurate in many ways is that it may have, as it did for me in some ways, cut closer to the bone so to speak - do you think that is why?
I've written a lot on depression. I have temporal lobe epilepsy which comes with depression and a high rate of (sadly, successful) suicides. I do know where you're coming from, I think... I'd like to hear more.
Cheers,
s.
6 - anyone who's seen this movie
I want an hour and a half of my life back!!! This movie moved me so much I had to write. And by moved me I mean moved me to serve my duty as a human being to tell everyone how phucking god awful horrible this movie is. Wait, can you really even call it a movie? An hour and a half of my dog sleeping and farting from time to time has a tremendous amount more substance then this piece of shit! I hope the maker of this film takes a hint from kurt and does away with himself proper.
7 - sadi ranson-polizzotti
#6
I get what you're saying - listen, nobody can get into Cobain's mind, or anyone's mind. I reviewed because it was sent to me to review so i did my my duty.
Your comment is well taken but the end part is harsh and you must mean it that way. I'm sorry you feel that way: suicide is never a good way. Listen, you might just attack me for even this which would be a wretched thing to do so i hope you would not -
my own brother committed suicide - they anniversay of which is January 26th, so coming up soon, and a hard time. Was it a big wuss-out? Yes. Was it cowardly in som ways? Yes, i think it was. Do i blame him after all we went through and bearing up to that? Not one bit. IT's hard to bear. As i always said, He stole my trick - bastard.
That said, it just is't the way.
Look: this may sound cold, but i don't care anymore. If someone wants to take their own lie, they will. They will NOT sit around talking about it and whining about it and if they do, my response is, "don't waste my time; just go do it, because i can't be bothered anymore." I say this because if they really wanted to, like my brother, they would not tell a soul (as he did not), they would quietly patrol the hallway of their methods, go about it and boom, one day they are dead with no advance warning. NO cry for help. That is suicide. The rest is a cry for help and that's good - damn, give that person help, but the best help you can give them is to say that you will not listen to this suicide talk anymore because it is simply not a valid option.
My brother did it. He sucks. I love him, but he sucks. It was not a valid option for him, and therefore, it is not a valid option for me - and by the way, that was what he always told me so when I say this theory, know that it does not come entirely from me. It comes for th most part from him.
As for Van Sant - nobody can do a suicide justice. There is no justice. There is no end to the grief. There is no closure. There is no true comprehension and there is no moving on. That day will be remembred every year for the rest of your life. Unfortunately, suicides have a strange way of living, ironically, forever.
Van Sant missed a lot of these subtlties but then, maybe he didn't set out to make them? I don't know...
But your point is very well taken. I hope you give mine some thought as well and understand and take it in the spirit in which it is intended, which is good and intended to help, not hurt. I have been, am thre, wil always be. This makes me no expert, but it does help provide some insight.
Be well,
s.r.p.
8 - Frank
Worst movie ever!!!