“Clay Hammond: We have to choose between life and fiction. The two are very close, but they never actually touch” — The Words
First of all, I do not usually do reviews of any kind. Secondly, I think Bradley Cooper is a giant douche. Third and most importantly, I am enamored with the movie, The Words.
I’ve come to realize that I am a writer. It’s been inside of me my whole life. This passion. This need to write. To connect. To tell a story. I’m devouring anything and everything on the subject. Tonight I gritted my teeth and endured watching Bradley Cooper portray Rory Jansen. A writer. A mediocre one at best. It’s all he ever wanted to be though. He struggles to find the story locked within him. Find it he does. In a satchel procured in a second hand shop in Paris, while on honeymoon with his lovely wife Dora. Played stunningly well by Zoe Saldana. She is a woman that has complete faith that her husband will be a successful writer.
After Rory reads the typewritten pages scarred and yellowed by time, he starts to type. And type. He doesn’t stop until the entire story has been transferred to a Word document on his computer. He doesn’t know where he’ll go with it. He has no plan. Until. Until, the lovely Dora finds it. Her eyes spill tears for a story she swears he has written. That his come from his soul. What happens next, you can guess. Publisher loves it and the party goes on from there. The accolades. The success.
Enter the Old Man…
Roger Darling and I are still arguing over the ending. We’re not sure what happened. I say, it was real. Roger Darling says, it was fiction. It’s up to each viewer to decide. As Clay said, “We have to choose between life and fiction. The two are very close, but they never actually touch.”
And no, I’m not going to tell you who Clay is.