Let’s get the problems out of the way: there is some language, the worst kind (I’d rather hear a f-bomb before a casual muttering of the Lord’s name – and I loathe the f-bomb). The ending wasn’t credible from my point of view and lacked consistency with the tenor of the entire movie. In one sense it was too neat and tidy; however, it left one key relationship unresolved.
What this movie illustrates is a profound father hunger which I believe we are all born with. Some are blessed to have that hunger assuaged, others know the gnawing bite which takes up residence. I’ve said before that the most attractive traits in a potential husband are the ones which would make him a good dad.
The silences in this movie are full of drama and tension. Much can be communicated without words.
The dialog is delightful – in heaven I’m sure we’ll speak in a lilting Scottish brogue, swallowing our tees and ending sentences with an upward tones. If you have a hard time catching the words, try watching it with subtitles.
This movie gives a great view of the Edinburgh residents see – the city outside of the Royal Mile.
Thank you, Alfonso, very, very much.