Poor Glenn. She's trying but to what use when the film is so dour, so flat-wood lifeless and so on-the nose; Not much is left to the viewer's imagination. Everything is so cutesly packeged, from the aerial shots of stockholm, to the multitude of useless close-ups of all characters, terrible editing, and terrible use of actors' faces who are made to look worse than they really are. Zero chemistry, idiotic dialogue that none of the actors believed for one second when they were uttering, such two-dimensional representation of pryce's character, nothing organic, nothing raw. It reminds me of the current trend of French movies, like Marguerite and others of the kinf, where technically everything is great and where everything that is about the heart and magic and just simply life is totally absent. The director totally out of his depth. Poor godard, lynch, cassavetes, malick what must they be thinking watching this?
Try watching a film like breaking the waves and than this. It's just soul-crushing.
Try watching a film like breaking the waves and than this. It's just soul-crushing.