how do we live alone with others?

i watched the film, "The Mother"

"Ann Reid plays May, a suburban grandmother whose husband dies unexpectedly while visiting their children in London. When May goes there to tend to the tragic matter, she begins to lose her grip on her identity, stripped of her wifely duties and lost in the bustle of a world so foreign to her. But then she meets Darren, a young man who's bedding her daughter, and her life takes a turn for the complicated and the unexpected."

i love films in which there is no clear hero or villain or saint or sinner. we are muddled individuals. our lives are never as clear cut as we would have our memoirs believe. we all live in inky shades of grey. this film was painted in shades of grey with glimmers of red and blue and black. even the hues of a bruise at times. it showed the quiet desperation. quiet longing. a need to be needed.

the mother was so absorbed in the inertia of her own life that she lacked a certain empathy. she was so absorbed in being devoted and doting that she lost herself. she withered, died, and continued to live a life without flavour.