A father pays prostitutes to play the role of his own daughter. The shocking revelation concerning his long-secret obsession tears up the family’s delicate fabric. The son blames himself, and he resolves to find out whether his father ever acted on his fantasies, while his sister wants to sort out her memories on her own. Despite her uncertainties, their mother’s reaction leaves no question as to what she thinks. The father ultimately has to find a way of coping with his shame and feelings of guilt. –San Sebastián International Film Festival
Meise is quite good when setting up the plot with the letter, thus for the first 10 minutes the movie does seem where it's headed at. But it's all the way downhill from there: there's no plot to deal with and no connection between the actors, not to mention the father is just a draft for a character. The movie ends way past the time I cared for any of it.
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