I really like good biographical movies.
Especially when I know just enough about the person’s life to get interested, but not enough to see things coming…
I had been waiting for Radioactive for awhile, and this afternoon seemed fit to watch it, wrapped in my favorite blanket. Based on the novel Radioactive: Marie & Pierre Curie: A Tale of Love and Fallout by Lauren Redniss, it revisits the life of Marie Sklodowska-Curie, from her first meeting with Pierre Curie to her death.
I’ve read that the movie had caused some controversy when it came out, because of some inacurate historical facts, and I don’t know exactly which story parts were apparently bent a little, to make the film more interesting. But I found it fascinating, and as it often happens when I get lost in the life of such an inspiring person, I felt very little.
It is not a bad feeling, don’t get me wrong. It is just that when I compare what I’ve been doing the past fourty-some years to what a person like Marie Curie has done, it puts my ego back in its place.
I mean… The woman won a Nobel award with her husband for putting not one, but two new elements on the periodic table. She won a second Nobel award for her work with polonium and radium. During WW1, she fought to put together ambulance-like vehicules, that had X-ray machines, and send them to the front lines, saving countless lives.
She had two daughters. One of which won a Nobel award for discovering artificial radiation.
Marie Curie is the first woman to have won a Nobel award, and to this day, the only woman to get two of them. And the only person to have two in two different fields.
What have I done so far?
Well… I very efficiently transform oxygen into carbon dioxide. The movie didn’t mention it, but I have a feeling that Mrs Curie did that aswell.
Dang!… Great movie, nonetheless.
*Note to self: We really need to brainstorm to bring more than just silly posts to this world. Really. We’ve been awkwardly useless so far.*