On a les jolies scènes pub, le pack-shot de tristesse ou de joie, c'est selon, la grande réintégration bourgeoise, le petit travail, la petite maison, "à l'américaine", on a le scène bourgeoises, les soirées fun de quadras, le mari chercheur-et-idiot-sans-profondeur, le gentil grand-père façade, silencieux et sans intérêt. Et puis on a l'immense Kristin, son accent engluant, son aura magique. Je crois que je t'aime.
Heard a lot of good things about this film so my expectations were high and I ended up being a little disappointed by it. Juliette, the sister who has just come out of jail for murder, was played a little too harshly. Even though she might be in pain and feeling damaged, I felt she was unlikeable as a character and therefore couldn't empathise with her plight. Other than that the acting was good, but story lacking.
i just saw this last night on cable, I don't know where I've been. It can be argued that it's a small film in which nothing much happens. But if a great film is one that is authentic and affecting, then this one is brilliant. Add me to the list of those who cried
A pragmatic and well reasoned character study, coolly and sensibly developed. The lack of interpolated pop songs over the narrative makes one realise how inane and lazy so much of modern film-making is with clumsy emotive underlining; this film quietly gets on with the craft of storytelling and is all the better for it