It is an exhilarating, distressing, funny and profound film, with one of the more memorable film scores in years,

This is a gorgeous movie made by a gorgeous spirit.

Just intense enough to provide a much-needed diversion, just lightweight enough to make you forget about it soon after it’s over. It’s not exactly “good,” per se, but it does what it sets out to do in terms of putting us on edge, which makes it … successful?

There is definitely an excellent idea hidden in the background of the film. Unfortunately, it's difficult to find it.

Maybe this is a movie for necrophilic melancholics, but there is next to no joy in it. If you like drama and tragedy it may be for you. Otherwise you shouldn't waste your time. I didn't even understand the idea of the protagonist to drag out the mourning of his love. Sad!

Ed Phoerum (Jeremy Irons) is a renowned astrophysicist having a six year affair with a student Amy Ryan (Olga Kurylenko) who is also an actress/stunt woman. The opening scene was rather drippy which sets up for the cheesy love scenes that will make it impossible for couples to have normal relationships after watching this film. Knowing he is dying, Ed sets up for text messages, letters, and recorded DVDs to be sent to Amy from beyond the grave. Ed was very astute and knew Amy's schedule and her too.One of the discussions is String Theory which includes parallel and alternate universes from which we can have some sort on immortality of be able to communicate with each other. Amy realizes Ed lives on his her life as a dead star whose remnant we still see.This is not a film for everyone and requires a hopeless romantic with a little bit of a geek background. It is way too long at 2 hours as the Ed run around grew tiresome.Guide: F-word and nudity (Olga Kurylenko)

Dear Amy, This is Ed writing from the dead. (LOL)You are now reading my final letter to you. I am not writing to you about the Higgs Boson or numerical orbit integration. Instead, I am writing about the horrible film that has been made from our correspondence. It turns out that the filmmakers got our story wrong.The film titled "La Corrispondenza" (Correspondence) seeks to weave a sentimental story about an old man having an adulterous affair with a woman thirty years his younger. They carry on for six "beautiful" (ha ha) years. Then, when the old geezer dies, he leaves an endless stream of letters and videos to be delivered to you.In watching this film, I kept saying out loud to the screen, "Oh, please! Not another letter!" I feel as if I have a case of crabs coming on...not from studying my favorite supernova, Crab Nebula, but from having to endure my own letters and videos! I realize that I have been pretty nosy in interfering with your life. I pried into your personal background when your inept driving took the life of your father. I coerced you into giving up a successful career as a stunt woman in films (screen name: Kamikaze) to become a student of astrophysics. I prodded you into writing a thesis called "From Gas, Stars to Supernovas: A Dialogue With Dead Stars," instead of allowing you to select your own topic.The filmmakers took an arty approach to our love affair. It was especially the "flawed" sculpture of you that I found unbearably pretentious. It never occurred to the filmmakers that all of the letters and videos were fake and that I'm still alive, having pulled off the hoax of the century.Please meet me at "our" favorite spot on Borso Ventoso.See you on the island! Love, Ed (Professor Edward Phoerum, as in "theorem")

Years and years ago, Pier Paolo Pasolini would have solved this 116 minutes film with one sentence: "Death does not mean a lack of communication; it is the impossibility of being understood." And while this concept (twisted, distorted, disfigured) still remains interesting enough, Tornatore's prolix (plain redundant right there in the middle) writing swings between borderline creepy and full-on cheesy.Among the tear-jerking treacle, his pseudo-philosophical, re-adjusted to the contingency, take on astronomy -- dead stars and all -- is accurate and poetic enough, and really the only element (almost) giving the movie an appearance of tightness, thickness and consistency in its back and forth, back and forth rhythm.