Henry Poole is Here

Two nights ago I snuggled up with hubby on couch - ready for some simple laughs... and instead was treated to one of the most beautiful films I have seen in a long time. Henry Poole is Here surprised us both. It tells the story of a man (Luke Wilson) who has moved home to his old neighborhood to die. He is bitter, shutting the world out, seeking to hasten his end through drowning himself in Vodka - that is until Something starts to whisper, in the voice of neighbors. A warm middle aged Catholic lady hands full of offered tamales, and heart open to love. A wide eyed, non speaking, six year old constantly sneaking into his yard and recording his conversations. He hears his harsh words and pain echoed back from her player over and over. Her mother, an artist, full of life, and willing to be vulnerable. The checkout girl named Patience at his local grocery store, who quotes from great works of literature and invites him to open himself and share his hurt.
None of these people obeyed the common mores of society; be safe, don't intrude, keep your fences UP. Each of these people were used to bring and receive healing.

Healing is offered to be entered into in this film - pain is present and vicious, life is raw and uncertain, and BEAUTY pervades every moment, until...

well, I won't ruin it for you. Watch it. You'll be glad you did.