Revolutionary Road ( a review)

(Written on June 6, 2018)

Happened to watch the 2008 British American romantic drama Revolutionary Road directed by Sam Mendes.The realistic story of the lunatic couple April and Frank smitten by the unrealistic American Dream, which toppled their lives at a more ironic place called revolutionary road. A brilliant movie adaptation of Richard Yates's novel of same name 'Revolutionary Road' heightened by the unquestionable acting skills of Hollywood's classic couple, DiCaprio and Kate Winslet and of course by the character played by Michael Shannon.REVOLUTIONARY ROAD - the story of unaccomplished ambitions, the unsuccessful attempt to escape 'the hopeless emptiness' of life ,the stifling routine life, the crumbling relationships , losing minds and most importantly the American Dream of better and richer life. As April says, "If you don't try at anything, you can't fail...It takes backbone to lead the life you want". Yes , it always requires a backbone to lead the life you want and I must say this is a handsomely done realistic movie that would take you to the slow devastation of the life of Wheelers.

A.C

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