Lantana: a plant with colorful flowers that grows wild in and around Sydney, a plant that takes pride in winding and intertwining itself with everything that gets in it's way.The final frame of movie Lantana was about as powerful of a bit of intertwined cinematic storytelling that I ever could hope to see in a motion picture drama. After almost two hours of white knuckle tension and red herring interplay by hopelessly needy, secretive couples and generally emotionally messed up people we witness the lead detective in the story and his wife dancing arm in arm to a soft Latin tune, something that they could never seem to do during the whole course of the film. It took a disappearance, an affair and the uncovering of a death by misadventure of a mutually known character for the inspector to finally break through his numbness and bawl like a baby, but, by then, it was already too late for him to salvage his life, let alone the love of his wife. So there he was, final frame, back in the arms of his wife, his lips poised and ready to being the marital games again but all the while his wife held herself back, the look in her eyes saying that she was a million miles away from both sex and his heart. With their mutual trust shattered, his arms became a vise, their damaged love a weight holding them both down and back from being whole, happy, passionate people.
Lantana, a wonderfully twisted, interwoven, award winning story out of Australia that delivers the goods on relationships, love, lust, isolation, secrets, betrayal, heartbreak, tragedy and hope, the kind of hope that dies a hard death once trust is broken.
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