I'm at that point in my life where I'm so jaded and despondent to movies in general that I rarely waste my time. Not that Hollywood is slacking, because they are not, but just that a lot of the thrill is gone from watching the hero tale unfold. But this little gem was so surprising and "unkempt" from an expectations point of view that I found myself in constant admiration. The "hero" of the story is a man who completely embodies the virtues of "the right" (the dutiful soldier) and INCOMPLETELY embodies the values of "the left" (putting human decency above order) and his conflicting inner compulsions yield ambiguous, or perhaps ironic, results.
His wife plays "the wife" in a way that complicates and elevates her role in a subtle but powerful way -- much as in real life.
I thoroughly enjoyed this, admired it, and hope the whole world enjoys and appreciates it. This is class, classy art.
His wife plays "the wife" in a way that complicates and elevates her role in a subtle but powerful way -- much as in real life.
I thoroughly enjoyed this, admired it, and hope the whole world enjoys and appreciates it. This is class, classy art.