At one point in the film, and I cannot remember when, but at one point I forgot that I was watching a film and instead I was completely absorbed into Leo’s melancholic mind. ‘Manchester by the Sea’ I wanted to watch for hours. A true working man's film that offers a fresh approach to grief and one that made me cry, reflect upon my own life, and experiences, and that's a truly extraordinary power for a film to have.
A superb and nuanced meditation on family and grief, spliced with scenes of jet back humour. Afleck is perfect - a restrained performance which hints at his rage beneath the surface, while Lonergan's script and unfussy yet well crafted direction support him. The central tragedy is revealed in a scene which is a genuine suckerpunch. The ending is unresolved - a brave move but correct. Lee just can't beat his grief.
The same things that bogged down Margaret (2011) bogs down this - tonedeaf scenes and dialogue, over-acting (except for Affleck's beautifully understated performance), over-length, embarrassing use of music, TV movie aesthetics and mise-en-scène. No, I don't pray to the church of Lonergan and I swear I'll never be converted.
Uno dei film drammatici più duri ma allo stesso tempo poetici, che abbia mai visto. Mai banale, mai scontato. Ti sferra una serie di pugni nello stomaco che ti aiutano a capire come la sofferenza sia qualcosa a cui non si può e non si deve soccombere. A qualcosa ci si deve aggrappare. Bisogna solo trovarlo e seguirlo.
No doubt appealing for it's performances but for a such heartbreaking film it left me with an outstanding feeling of indifference. The story was structured in flashbacks that serve as an exposition filled way to create "intrigue" and nothing else. The use (or lack of) of the soundtrack is not only well suited for the movie but also a refreshing film experience for the likes of Hollywood studios.