I just finished watching If I Were You, a charming movie about Madelyn, a middle-aged woman who discovers her husband is having an affair with a young European woman. Then a bunch of stuff happens and soon after her mother passes away.
It’s much lighter than it sounds. The only reason I’m even mentioning it is because of this bit of dialogue. At her mother’s funeral, a co-worker offers his trite consolation:
Keith: But just remember – God doesn’t give us any more than we can carry.
Madelyn: God has some formula where he can calculate exactly how much pain to inflict on each individual? (Turning to her husband) Isn’t it interesting that things that are supposed to be mindlessly comforting are really, really horrible. You know, when you think about it.