Three films with shared but not overlapping subject matter. One throwaway, one in-your-face, one slow burner, all starring stars. The subject matter is dementia, and the different treatments bear some examination. The throwaway is Supernova , with the very starry Stanley Tucci and Colin Firth, directed by somebody called Harry McQueen. If you are passionate about either of these actors, nostalgic about Prizzi's Honor or Pride and Prejudice , you could watch it, I suppose. There is no other reason to do so. It is, and I am speaking as one who is being restrained, mealy-mouthed, sentimental horseshit. Script? Stilted. Cinematography? Worthy of a commercial for a Ford Fusion. Pace? Glacial, snail-like, swampy. Characters? Unmemorable cardboard cutouts. Tucci plays an American novelist sweetly struck with Early Onset Alzheimers. Guess what? He can no longer write. Firth is his lifelong partner, a classical pianist who never practices. Stanley is alarmingly aware of his ...
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