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One of those movies that kinda seems like it's wandering around a little at the beginning, that has you asking "Wait who is that? What are these people trying to do?", until suddenly it all clicks into gear and you're leaning toward the tv, eyes peeled, nerves taut. Clooney's sad magnetism and Swinton's agony and Wilkinson's haunting, prophetic monologue at the beginning all give you enough to go off of until the plot really gets rolling. A stylish, surprisingly optimistic thriller, with touches of Pollack and Soderbergh but very much it's own, singular thing.
Few filmmakers besides Ridley Scott have the penchant for spectacle necessary to bring a story like this convincingly to life. It takes a certain obliviousness, a sincere commitment to nobility, without shying away from brutality, that Scott excels at. His movies are dark but rarely cynical, he may be one of the last guys that can make movies feel big without feeling silly. Not that this isn’t a silly movie, but it’s silly in the right ways, never couched in…
This film is simply about the love between a father and daughter. The daughter is devoted to caring for her father, but the father encouraged by his sister, has decided it would be best for her to be married. She is an easygoing, charismatic woman, her eyes always twinkling with laughter and enchanting whatever companion she happens to be with. She enjoys spending time with many of her father’s friends, but never shows romantic or sexual interest in any of…