Now this is a difficult one. On the one hand, I want to adore this film, seeing as its one of my dad’s favourites. But on the other hand, it just wasn’t all that I’d hoped. Damn my soft heart. Three stars it is.
But, as I said, the last twenty-ish minutes saved this from complete failure. That’s when it really kicked in. The story picked up, the characters became five times as interesting as they were before. A plot twist arises but still, doesn’t quite hit with the maximum impact I’d hoped had enough time to build up. Maybe I’m just splitting hairs and maybe the ordinariness of it all just didn’t sit well with me that day. For a filmic style I’m usually all up for, take Mike Leigh, for example, there just weren’t enough quirks of humanity to evoke any empathy. When our species is really explored, really observed, we can relate or we can be astounded by something new. This was somewhere in between: the awkward half-way point that usually translates to disinterest.
A redeeming feature is its short run time. I can’t get upset about losing 85 minutes. But maybe that’s why I didn’t like this as much as I’d hoped. If it were longer and more developed, with an extended ending to redeem the slow start, maybe then I could spare more appreciation. But some things aren’t meant to be.