Becca and Howie Corbett are a happily married couple whose perfect world is forever changed when their young son, Danny, is killed by a car. Becca, an executive-turned-stay-at-home mother, tries to redefine her existence in a surreal landscape of well-meaning family and friends.
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White upper class entitlement plus grieving mega-bitch stereotype equals tired, unenlightened trope about loss. Try making something that actually speaks to the rest of the human population. Exasperating.
Fringe bitti ya, yardırın artık. Paralel evrenlerde fink atın çünkü nasıl olsa Fringe bitti değil mi? Meydan size kaldı. NASIL OLSA BİTTİ FRINGE. Huckleberry Finn kadar mutlu bir şekilde yardırın. Sonra belki babası öllür, babasını aramaya gider ya da babası onu almaya gelir. Walter'mış babası. Sonra laleler beyaz. Sonra diye bir şey yoktur, tarih dışıdır sonra. Nasıl olsa bitti di mi?
Interesting performances (Dianne Wiest, an ever suprising actress and, of course, Nicole Kidman) but the film is based on clichés. The characters have too much a good conscience and that's quite boring as nothing really surprising happens. Much less powerful than "The Son's Room" by Nanni Moretti for example.
kidman truly gives one of the best, most carefully restrained lead female performances i've seen in a long time. it's a beautiful, tremendously complex characterization – full of so many risks that have fantastic payoff.
Beautifully understated drama about the tragedy of losing a child. Kidman is brilliant as a grieving mother, lost in mourning. Doesn't feel like a full emotional journey - but it's not supposed to. Not very deep, but has lots of beautiful moments
Doesn't feel like a JCM film, not for me at least. But it's good. The acting was great all round, and like Ardhi said, Miles Teller was especially brilliant. But I didn't like it. Nothing was exactly "bad" in it, it's just... I couldn't get past the fact that this is an "awards season" film, and no matter how hard I tried, it kept reminding me. This time next year, I probably won't even remember seeing it.