Ya’ll have some fuckin’ weird fuckin’ fox fetishes.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Families are messy. Families are complex. Families each have their own truths that are often too painful to bring to light. And Mike Leigh's own take on it has rarely, if ever, been quite so devastating on film (maybe a few instances in Bergman), and rarely as nuanced. At times extremely funny, at times deeply warm, and at others, lacerating. And it has exactly the right ending: amidst everything that has transpired in each of their lives, there is confrontation, opening of old wounds, sadness, and ultimately, forgiveness and a true sense of happiness.
When I was watching this, I started thinking to myself "Gosh, I wish Linklater would make more films using this technique of animation. The style is so unique and distinctly his own, I'm honestly content if he just wants to keep fucking with our minds in this style with different variations every couple of years or so, anything to get him out of the recent semi-funk he's apparently been on for some time."
I proceed to check out IMDB to find that he's in post on exactly what I want.