American filmmakers have a habit of making films for psychological support of certain groups of people. "A little pregnant" for women who are afraid to give birth, "500 days of summer" for men who are abandoned, "Life is beautiful" for those who have cancer. Well, this movie is therapy for those who want children, but can't, so I have to go adopt. I don’t mean to say that our cinema is much better, but we won’t think of tumbling into the movies with a layer of whiners. "Why not?" someone will ask. Because a movie should be a work of art, not a babysitter specifically for someone. There’s no shit in this movie: there’s no intrigue, no interesting characters, no conflict, everything is very predictable. He could still be saved by a healthy dose of mysticism, but "what are you? why? we have a cute infantile kinzo."
A word about the plot.
Dad, what about the girl I accidentally hit?
- Run away from her, son, run away.
A model father straight. .
The most fabulous thing about the film is not that the couple’s son was a tree, but that they tell the story to social workers. If I were one of them, I would conclude that they were two psychos who lived with an unknown kid and then put him somewhere. And by all logic, they were supposed to bring not a new child at the end, but to send cops to dig up the garden in search of a body.
In addition, I would add that this film is extremely intrusive manipulation of audience emotions through music. In the scene when this boy climbs into a thunderstorm out of the ground, such a cute, cute music plays so that everyone understands: smile, rejoice. If you turn off the sound on it and play something from Evil Dead, then the scene instantly turns into horrors with a zombie climbing out of the grave. Why am I talking about this? Yes, because the positivity of the scene I have to see and believe it, and not to be shown with a voiceover laugh where to laugh, and music where to please. Thank you, I'll figure out where the movie is good and where the slag is without drama.