Thursday, October 14, 2010

Thoughts About Schmidt

About Schmidt is a about a man named Schmidt (Jack Nicholson). An insurance actuary from Nebraska, Schmidt is a normal guy. That is, he's basically selfish. He's not overwhelmingly selfish, just sort of standard-ly selfish. In fact, if Schmidt has a defining characteristic, it's his almost oppressive normal-ness. After an unseen turn in his life (spoiler averted), Schmidt hits the road to attend his daughter's (Hope Davis) wedding to the underachieving Randall (an amazing Dermot Mulroney) in Denver. He interacts with his life in the standard human way: with himself at the center. The only seeming exception to this (he financially supports an African child) actually isn't: his letters to the child, Ndugu, are full of complaints about Schmidt's situation in life, his wife, and his future son-in-law. Now, to the clip, the final sequence in the film. Schmidt has just attended his daughter's wedding, and starts the drive back home:

So, Schmidt has realized, maybe just for a moment, that it is not "about Schmidt." His depression changes, if only briefly, to joy. And the reason? A little boy, many thousands of miles away, has loved him. Sure, Schmidt sends the money that makes the boy's life a little bit better, but you sense that it is the letters that he loves. Schmidt, of course, has been using these letters as an opportunity to vent on his own issues and to dispense ridiculous advice (at one point, he suggests that Ndugu save some of this money for college), not to build a relationship with the child.

The relationship between Schmidt and Ndugu is one-way. At first, it's from Schmidt to Ndugu, and Schmidt is unmoved. But when that changes, when Schmidt feels Ndugu's one-way love in a moment of need, he is reborn. It is when we are loved that everything changes. Like Schmidt, who appreciates one-way love that comes when he hits bottom, it is when we feel that no one could possibly love us that we are most eager for a God who says, "I came to love the unlovable."

1 comment:

  1. ha!! we thought it was Ngutu - whenever guy and i go to write a physical note, or, we see one of those moments when someone says something that you know the audience for that comment is not going to understand at all, we say "Dear Ngutu"
    My favorite was when he was writing to him that he should join a fraternity. The mental picture that puts in my head is hilarious.
    great movie.


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