The Whale (2022)
That is honestly probably one of the saddest movies I've ever seen. Largely because it's entirely too realistic with every single detail that went into it. It highlights a very realistic problem about the American obesity epidemic, with subtly implied undertones as to how and why people let themselves go like that. Most Americans are hopeless, and I don't mean about their health and weight-related issues, I mean they're hopeless about trying to find happiness in life beyond the threshold of their traumatic events that work against them. I watched this for two reasons, the first of which is a friend, the second of which is my mother.
You can't teach people an experience, is the thing. You can teach them literally everything else up until the point in which that they have an experience, but you cannot teach them the experience, they have to go and have the experience for themselves. Not all lessons can be taught, some have to be experienced.
Which is why Charlie in the movie, won't go to the hospital, and uses logical deductive reasoning for his justification. He's not wrong, it would cost him all of his money, America IS like that. Liz is also right, in that he'd at least be alive. His ex wife is also right in that he does make everything about himself, which is actually (though unknown to Charlie, though subtly implied) the source of his unhappiness which what triggers all of the mistakes in his life that he makes.
The film is very much about mind-body connectivity, and how the two things can work both for and against an individual entirely based upon the acceptance of the existence of mind-body connectivity. Perhaps the saddest part of the entire movie is that Charlie, is both 1.) pretty much a normal guy other than the fact that he's obese, and 2.) he is not wrong in his ideological justification and thinking. Yes, he fvcks his life up, and yes, he makes a lot of mistakes, but he's not actually a bad person. He's a troubled person, not a bad person. And part of the problem that society has, is trying to find the distinguishing point between the two things.
I will probably never watch this again. At least, not until after my mom passes from her own obesity. It's a great film, but it's also going to ruin your day because it's just that sad. It's also a trigger point for anybody that has any sort of bodily insecurities, and the film really rides that one home. It also heavily emphasizes and dramatizes the unfortunate reality that you cannot help someone who is unwilling to accept help.