"We're all dying, all of us," muses Cathy Jamison after she's diagnosed with terminal melanoma. "If you think about it that way, hey, I'm living the dream." Peering out of the lengthening shadows of her mortality with a mixture of determination, resignation and trepidation, parrying her regrets with sardonic wit, Cathy is the heroine of The Big C, Showtime's audacious attempt to make a comedy about cancer.
Neither plucky tale of survival nor melodramatic deathbed romance, The Big C is about a cancer victim's attempts to take stock -- and charge -- of her life. Cathy, about to die, is horrified to realize how little she's really lived. Read my full review in Sunday's Miami Herald.