Mary and Max – Adam Elliot



What can be more beautiful than a story about a life lasting friendship? A story about two friends who never met but only wrote to each other. Their letters traveled across oceans bearing besides comforting words some chocolate and other items that talk about their dreams, hopes and inherent flaws.

I say a story like this is one of the most beautiful things life or art can offer. Two strangers comforting each other at the two ends of a world they feel so lonely in, it is a story that goes straight to the heart.

In addition to the sensitive narrative we have the disarming naïvety of the two characters. Their views upon the world’s mysteries, everybody else seems to have figured out but them, is of an almost delusional innocence that assures the necessary dose of humor.

But there is nothing beautiful in this story based on reality. Mary and Max’s world is stripped of all that is commonly accepted to be balanced, harmonious in human nature, human made environment and nature itself.

The world is irregularly shaped and it is shitty brown when it is not black and white. Red appears randomly. What about the brown:chocolate or poop? You chose. I say poop, because it is a shitty world we’re being offered here to watch with all the bodily functions included…repeatedly.

The esthetic of ugliness is in charge not as much in the visual composition but mostly in the composition of the characters. The main characters are deprived of their possible inner beauty; at least it is all so well hidden behind their flaws and fears. The rest of the characters are also described with emphasis on the not-so-shiny-side of their personalities.

So, honestly I was waiting for the light throughout the movie, I was waiting to find balance and harmony, in a way close to Max’s need to rebalance his petty existence, every time one of Mary’s letter pushed him over the edge.

And harmony came, right in the end, the perfect beauty life can offer:… Won´t spoil it for you 🙂

So, in an imperfect world, two imperfect strangers build up, accidentally and out of perfectly understandable selfish reasons, an imperfect friendship.

Yet I cannot tell you this is a perfect movie, not at all. Once the humor chosen to tickle us on the naïve and yucky side warns out and once we get into the slow-paced exposé of the narrator, we need coffee.

Still, I recommend you Mary and Max to remember how fragile and grotesque we are.

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