THE ROOM NEXT DOOR (2024) ¢ ¢ ¢ 1/2
D: Pedro Almodóvar
Tilda Swinton, Julianne Moore, John Turturro
Tilda Swinton, looking skeletal, plays a woman who's dying, knows she's dying, and wants to die. Deciding against any more treatment, she gets a euthanasia pill off the dark web and asks an old friend (Julianne Moore), not to help with the act itself, but to be around, in the next room, when it happens. Almodóvar's color-coded reflection on end-of-life issues is beautifully composed and formal to the point of being a little stiff. Its characters are attractive, smart, accomplished and affluent enough not to have to worry too much about paying the rent and hospital bills, or whether they can afford to fix the brakes or replace the bald tires on the family car. There's nothing wrong with that, but it's a fact that most folks don't get to die so neatly or in such elegant surroundings. On the other hand, most people who are dying in movies aren't played by Tilda Swinton, whose character, a veteran war correspondent, has lived life on her own terms, feels it slipping away, and doesn't see the point of hanging around much longer. It's the kind of performance you can't look away from, whether it's the almost imperceptible way her lower lip trembles with an involuntary twinge of pain, or the way her eyes light up when she opens the door and (literally) catches a breath of fresh air. It's Almodóvar's first feature in English, set in New York state, but partly filmed in Spain.
