Death in Love
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Death in Love

97 min
Drama | Romance | War
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Boaz Yakin
2 wins
Country: USA
Release Date: 2009-07-17
Filming Locations: New York City, New York, USA
Josh Lucas
Eldest Son
Jacqueline Bisset
The Mother
Lukas Haas
Youngest Son
Betty Gilpin
Young Model
Emma Bell
Young Girl
Vanessa Kai
Asian Woman
Carrington Vilmont
The Doctor
Jean Brassard
Young Girl's Father
Adam Brody
Talent Agent
Stu Richel
The Father
Matt Walton
Young Father
Jake Houston
Younger Brother
Nicholas Sireci
Young Brother
Joe Forbrich
Hotel Manager
Ron Megown
Older Doctor (as Ronald Megown)
Seth Fisher
Hotel Receptionist
Jamie Hurley
Woman Tending Child
Ravenna Fahey
Woman In Cafe
Jeffrey K. Miller
Lars Gerhard
Uniformed Guard
Kathleen Doyle
Woman on Street
Francis Dumaurier
Old Lawyer
Pascale Faye
Jeanne Omlor
Young Girl's Mother
Laura Holloway
Woman #1
Grace Nassar
Woman #2
Abigail Kuklis
Fabrizia Dal Farra
Concentration Camp Woman (uncredited)
Nick Latrenta
Bar Patron (uncredited)
Jacqueline Margolis
The Widow (uncredited)
Jena Mroz
Model (uncredited)
Elizabeth Newman
The Waitress (uncredited)
Rich Odell
Agent (uncredited)
Did you know?
None of the characters have names, the screenplay was written specifically for all the characters not to address each other by name.
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Eldest Son: [voice-over] When you're young, and the woman in your hands is young, you're provoked by the life in her skin, in the muscles under her skin. You can smell life in the sweet perfume of her sweat and her breath, sweet perfume that can make you dizzy. You can sense life in the jittery convulsions of her reactions to every new touch and sensation. And you feel young and alive and jolted by excitement every time you come near her. But the older you get, the older the woman in your hands gets, you grow lulled by the lazy response of her flesh to your touch. Lulled by the numb response of your own nerves to her flesh. By the sluggish torpor of her muscles. The souring perfume of her sweat, of her tears. The souring smell of her old guts belching out air. And it's a curse. Because getting older doesn't make you like being with an old woman any more than you did when you were young. It's worse really, because it lacks even the thrill of novelty of the forbidden. She's just old and she reminds you that you're old, and that your old shell is still taking up space, but that it's life is almost gone. But nothing is worse than being old and holding youth in your hands, even youth that's thrilled by the novelty of you, because you can still smell youth's sweetness, feel the spring of muscles under taut skin, but you know isn't yours. You're not sharing in it, but are feeding off it like some kind of vampire. And you wonder what the point is - what the point of going on living, the point of loving, the point of touching. And all your instincts, your training, have made you too afraid to pull the trigger and end it yourself. To take responsibility that nature's abdicated into your own trembling weakening hands. You stare at those hands, studying them, wondering what they are, why you can't make them do what you want them to do. You stare down at your hands and you realize that even your own hands aren't really yours any more.
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Beautiful Woman: You're 40. God could reverse your age back 20 years and you'd still feel old.
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Eldest Son: No, don't. Please, don't leave. I'm sorry.
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