I am unable to fully accede approval to the conceptual gambit that props up this otherwise totally exceptional adaptation. I believe the play says some pretty interesting things about mortality if one chooses to read it that way, but I take exception to being made to so bluntly read it that way. The performances, the direction, and the sense of genuine human investment make this thing otherwise totally transcendent.
Powerful stagecraft worthy of any live theatre.
Belivable personas gently twisting the nuances of their interaction creates something wholly 'more'-quite an acheivement, particularly given the sparsity of the sets. No hollywood affects here.
The vitaility of youth divests us of the heavy cloak of accumulated burden is perhaps the theme and something us brexit brits should dwell upon.
The 2-hour runtime feels much longer, the dialogue and performances are wildly uneven throughout (Wallace Shawn is always worth watching, Julie Hagerty not so much), and this is a generally uninteresting dirge with infrequent moments and ideas worthy of your time.
An odd adaptation that at times feels awkward, consciously transcribed from Norwegian and supplanted into English. Wallace Shawn both fits the role and doesn't at the same time. He's on and the he's very much off. Hot and then very suddenly cold. A strange film for that.
It was more like a theatre play than a cinema film. The script which was based on Henrik Ibsen's play was nice. How the characters' characteristics unfold during their dialogues was interesting to watch. The film couldn't add to the text so much except for the performances.