Fernanda Torres is so good - turning the pages of that photo album, banging on the car window after the d** d***, watching her children watch her.
I was, though, a bit frustrated that I didn’t quite catch some of the emotional beats here. Whilst this was mostly a frustration at myself rather than the film, I did unfortunately find the sun-drenched first act, comprised of everyday domestic euphoria - laughing children, abundant paternal love, big houses - to be…
The second extremely well made, well
acted Oscar-nominated film I’ve watched in two days that would benefit from a clearer dialogue with communism. After reading this excellent piece - newleftreview.org/sidecar/posts/mister-lonely - you can’t help but feel the lack of a scene of Bob watching a Brecht revue and turning to Sylvie to say “I hear they call it the a-effect”.
Will make you feel a bit sorry for Pete Seeger and also really want to smoke a cigarette.
