Mr. Jones (1993)

“Why do only children have flying dreams?” asks Jones.

Jones may be manic-depressive but he is spontaneous. At one moment, he is deliriously charming. Speaks effortlessly on epicurean stuff. Crashes into a live orchestra conducting Beethoven. Walks on thin rails poising himself ever so deftly. Empties his bank account and spends the money by dating the teller. And in another moment, he gets downright fidgety, breaks things, swoons into a corner moaning that he couldn’t simply stop the sadness.  

A female psychiatrist, Liz Bowen, finds the essence of spontaneity in her otherwise dreary life through Jones’s excess charm and the fragmented past lurking beneath all that charm. She tries to help him out but she finds herself vulnerable and too involved with him to handle him professionally.

Lena Olin as the psychiatrist and Richard Gere as Jones churn out performances of the highest order, even heartbreaking at times, as they handle a complicated story of love between a doctor and a patient where in due course, they exchange their roles naturally. They reach great depths in the way they eye each other. Gere, especially, explodes in scenes where he expresses his liking for her, like a flower that never bloomed for ages.

When Jones, with his hands tied on a table, screams, “I don’t have a disease. This is who I am. I like who I am”, you begin to ponder over what really a mental disease is as long as it couldn’t break into the core of human mind.

“Why do only children have flying dreams?” asks Jones.

He may not have an answer. And so may all who age and let reality strike them hard.

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