I was going to watch something else, but because I had added it to my queue and it was being featured in the video above, I thought "why not." Pleasant movie, going along swimmingly, until we get to the son asking his mother to move in with him to help him with her grandson. And she goes, leaving the comfort of her home of 48 years, all her things, carefully tended, AND Robert Redford. WRONG! I'm sorry. I'm a loving mother, told by all I know that I am a good mother, and I would normally say that I would do anything for my boys. But this? No way. The son is on his own to figure it out. If I were the Jane Fonda character, I think I might have petitioned the courts to take care of her own grandson, based on her son's behavior. Now that I would go along with. I didn't read the book, so I can't compare. But I was enjoying the movie, I just turned 64 so I can sort of relate to the subject matter, but then there's that ending. You lost me.
Review of Our Souls at Night
