It's not a fairy tale. And there was even the thought of quitting after half an hour (a cute Christmas movie was planned). But how wrong I was, thinking that I would find nothing but a banal clarification of relations with the happy-end world. The movie turned out to be much deeper, although without the traditional French b****** was not enough (pardon, and it is necessary to shoot, but there was extra). I was particularly surprised by the family reunion.
However, the main storyline is not about that. It's about grief. And how different people experience it. And how it cripples, breaks fates, children's and adult souls. And grief isn't the mother's diagnosis.
Very lively, not cardboard characters. Wise father. Stupid, on her mind mother. Such different grown-up children. Grandchildren are charming. And there's no boring moralizing here. No far-fetched morality. Everything we carry (pain, goodness, evil, sadness, fears) comes from the family. Sometimes this unconditional support is lacking.
And just thinking along the way, so as not to forget:
Malaise and antisociality as an attempt to get the mother’s attention
dislike, resulting from the loss and isolation from experiencing it again
“A good daughter” is the one who doesn’t care, doesn’t care.
Requiring children to extend the life of the mother, possibly at the cost of their own health, the claim of the victim
Reluctance to notice abnormality, the desire to maintain the appearance of a prosperous family
Healing the Soul through Art
When you’re a kid, it seems like your family is normal. And just going beyond it, you realize how strange it is. And sometimes scary.