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|Laufzeit:||Ca. 92 min.|
|FSK:||From 12 years|
John May (Eddie Marsan) is a loner who lives only for his job: he takes care that lonely deceased people get the last honor. He meticulously searches for living relatives, writes the funeral speeches and even takes part in the funerals himself. Mr. May invests a lot of effort and time in his work - time that is completely unnecessary in the eyes of his superiors. Time is money, and money is simply not worth the dead that no one knows any more. And so Mr. May's position is cancelled without further ado and he only has time to complete one last case. Mr. May must try to find out more about a certain Billy Stokes who died in a neglected apartment directly opposite May's own home. This search becomes for the loner an exciting journey, which will also represent a dramatic turning point for his own life...
There is a word I try to avoid if possible in my reviews. It is the word laconic, which in my eyes is all too often only the feuilleton description for boring. But from time to time I can't help but use this term to describe a character or the humor of a film. "Mr. May and the Whisper of Eternity" is such a movie. Eddie Marsan's portrayal of the very introverted John May screams "laconically" into the audience from the very first shot. And yes, for some viewers the word will mean nothing else than yawning boredom. But on the other hand this absolutely withdrawn portrayal, the often motionless facial expression fits perfectly to the character of Mr. May and his reclusive nature.
"Mr. May and the Whisper of Eternity" is a nice movie, but not a real Feel-Good-Movie. Director Uberto Pasolini ("Play of Dreams") has staged a moving story about loneliness in life and death, about passion and forgiveness. He always contrasts very dull pictures with very nice moments and loosens up the drama with wonderfully unagitated humor. Although there always seems to be a big cloud of sadness hovering over Mr. May, the movie always manages to put a smile on the face of the viewer.
At the end the film proves that even in sadness beauty can be found, that every ending can also mean a beginning and that it's worthwhile to enjoy every little moment in life, because you never know when it's going to end. One has to get involved in the very slow staging in order not only to recognize the poetic side of this story, but also to let oneself fall into it. Only then can "Mr. May and the Whisper of Eternity" radiate a certain spell that continues even after the credits. Those who don't succeed in doing so will once again prove that laconic is actually only a paraphrase for boring. Worth seeing
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