Warning: many, many spoilers here:
Kate and Leo are victims of their flickering dream, of artistic freedom, one that calls them to disaster even though neither of them have a specific talent. But Winslet is herself a work of art, the way her eyes record the dream, then watch it die, through her struggle to restore her husband to what she considers his rightful manhood–who he really is. “Don’t you know?” she says, cradling his face. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world. You’re a man.”
Except he isn’t.