Not quite as profound as it thinks it is, but still an intelligent, emotional, and, yes, witty look at the life of a highly-educated, terminally ill woman. It goes without saying, but Emma Thompson is fantastic.

The monologues of her cold character are warmed with clever wordplay and the cloaked glow in Thompsons presence. Bearing's ongoing stoicism forces the viewer to become an emotional surrogate. These underplayed emotions paying off nicely with isolated gestures of comfort suitably affecting. 'Keep pushin the fluids', great phrase.

One of the most amazing performances given by an actress, period.

Wit is a good -- nay, great -- movie. But I didn't enjoy watching it even a little bit, and frankly I'd like to forget all about it as soon as possible. I don't like thinking about cancer or death unless I absolutely have to; doing so only makes me feel despondent and hopeless and it has absolutely no positive effect on my state of mind. I guess I'm a coward.

All those differences add-up to nothing in the end. Every thought you had that made you feel unique and intelligent, they all evaporate with time. Death patiently awaits us all.

Emma Thompson is spectacular. However, the movie is about the heartbreaking reality of incurable cancer. The steady loss of health and vitality while undergoing aggressive chemotherapy. About reflection, giving up on your dreams and accepting death. Along with each revelation about her life, you become more invested and ultimately are more affected by her inevitable demise. A brutal reminder to anyone who has ever lost a loved one this way. At least, I learned a new word.

If you don't have time or money to go to the theater, watch this. It's really good theatrical adaptation. Although it may seem rather dull, lead makes every scene enjoyable with juicy language and witty monologues.

"Doctor?" "Yes, I have a Ph.D." Emma Thompson is fabulous, sliding seemingly effortlessly between dialogue and monologues that break the fourth wall. Jonathan Woodward is near-perfection as the smug embodiment of everything abhorrent about American medicine. And Nichols' direction could hardly be bettered. It never quite *not* feels like a play, but it's the finest play I've encountered in years. The whole exercise may feel a bit twee if you're not in the right mood. Be prepared to think.

Poetry about death, as the film makes clear, captures none of its horror, none of the actual EXPERIENCE, so it's ironic that so much time is spent pedantically discussing its grammatical minutiae (which is no doubt intentional, but can push all but the most pretentious viewers away). If you can get past that however, you'll find Thompson delivering the kind of powerful performance that will leave you praying you never get any closer to experiencing what it is to know you are dying than this.

bir cümlede yalnızca bir özne olabiliyor. çoğulluk taşıyan özneler arzulanılan, kendisine gizli özne oluşturmaya çalışmış özneler kaçınılan oluyor. nihayetinde nesneyle ilişkisi esas olarak tüm özneler nesne kalıyor.

Emma Thompson's performance is phenomenal, but the rest of it is very mixed. Everyone seems to be acting in their own little bubble, the direction has some inspired moments but is mostly drab, and the pacing is very uneven. The terrible music doesn't help either, makes it all feel hollow and heavyhanded.

A very theatrical film (it based on a stage play duh). Mike Nichols it's quite a discovery for me, he is good creating real dramas that don't stay with clichés and here he doesn't disappoint. Has anyone sayed that Emma Thompson is really really great in this movie?

A nuanced and low-key examination of terminal illness and death bolstered by one of Thompson's greatest performances as well an observant and quietly powerful script. Although Thompson's monologues and the constant fourth-wall breaking can be too obvious as a narrative device, they're nevertheless superbly written and drive the plot masterfully. Although it didn't have a devastating impact on me, it's still pretty shaking and definitely among the better cancer films ever made.

Format geregi bi puan salladim. Yoksa açin izleyin. Film degil fazlasiyla gerçek olmus bu(?).

eh, it had its moments.. but the gimmicky break in the fourth wall and the claustrophobic hospital setting really made this film a miserable slow drag..

Emma Thompson was very convincing - tremendous role.

If it was supposed to be a play, it reached it's goal. If not, too theatrical and pretentious. Best pro-cancer speech ever heard.

Nothing special. It doesn't hide the fact that it's adapted from a play. It feels like one. Additionally, despite Nichols' best efforts, it's painfully evident that this was made for TV. The story doesn't get too weepy or saccharine but it does feel very generic and, well, sterile. Not sure how much of that can be blamed on the format. Also, I can't stand it when characters break the 4th wall, and Emma Thompson does it in every scene, making her memorable performance less affecting.

I thought there were many difficult words in it, so it was really hard for me to follow and understand it all. The last 30 minutes are beautiful though, and made me forgive that fact. I also dislike Thompson, but again, I thought she was brilliant in the last 30 minutes. Truelly touching

If you have to make a picture for the small screen, this is more or less what you should do: take a good play, hire Mike Nichols to adapt it, then just let it roll. I don't normally think of myself as a guy who likes disease movies, but everything here is too well done. A textbook example of a good small movie. Besides, Emma Thompson is so pretty, even when she's completely bald

A really sad story mostly filmed in a hospital. Not my type of such a depressing movie, although good acting of E. Thompson.

For a movie ostensibly about death, this film has much to say about life, constantly driving us toward the notion that our humanity consists of more than our intellect or our erudition. At its foundation, the film tells us that true humanity is often a simple matter of care and love for another. In doing so, it exposes the lie of self-sufficiency and draws us to consider our fundamental need for human companionship.