Hmmmm. The other option I see is that the past months were so hard on me that I have just gone soft. Indeed, I am slightly worried about my judgement as this year, I seem to like everything I watch. And, believe me, this is quite an unusual situation. I normally tend to be the first one barking. Finding and putting words on the little flaws that prevented the picture from being perfect is, in normal circumstances, one of my favourite hobbies.
This year, I am unable to tell you if it is really that the level is so good that there is nothing much to complain about; or if I am just so happy that I eventually made it here, that there is not much space for criticism in my satisfied little venetian brain.
To be honest, I really don’t know what is the right answer. But I am definitely having a blast! Which, in any case, is nice. I do however apologise in advance if, according to your well-balanced selves, some of the movies I recommend are not as amazing as I seem to think they are. Let’s blame it on life circumstances.
So, as you have understood by now, I REALLY liked Florian Zeller’s “The Son” as well. Maybe not as much as his previous “The Father” (quite reassuring, there still seems to be some sense in me). But then, not everyone is called Anthony Hopkins. And let’s face it, “The Father’s” scenario was just as brilliant as can get. “The Son” is way more classical in its construction. It is definitely way less surprising as well. You kind of know how it’s going to end from the beginning. So yes yes, I do see why the enthusiasm might not be as great as expected.
But, to its defence, I was pretty much impressed by Hugh Jackman’s performance in a place where one does not necessarily expect him. I mean, between Wolverine or X-Men and a drama about teenage depression, there is quite a gap that not everyone would try to fill in. And I think that we all agree that he does an excellent job at being a father who is above all focused on his professional career and success and who, at the same time, does his best to juggle between his new family (and newborn baby) and his teenage son who seems to be feeling as blue as can get.
Spice it up with a very short (but as always, medically precise) acting performance by Anthony Hopkins – the most dreadful father one can imagine – and what you get is yet another evening ending with a very satisfied Klara.
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