fading memory means it's unclear to me if the race theme here is provocative (or if 2008 was just the wild west). Either way,
I actually assumed this was a Ken Loach film, it's ripping him off so hard (gritty sentimentality, the sentimentality of the have-nots). But as it progressed I noticed it was missing the detail and internal logic that makes Loach films tolerable. This is just a series of applause lights.
You can say "it's awards bait gavin so what" but I don't think it's smart enough to be awards bait.
Despite the obscenity it's this
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The kind of film that would have gripped me at 16, because the two men were wiser than me. not anymore. Their entire conversation is exaggeration and self-gulling.
Andre is given 75+ minutes of monologue, and I just don't like or admire him enough for it to carry off.
The Findhorn bit is particularly telling (it's a hippie commune in Scotland, full of shite and richly funded by this kind of American). These men - these artists - are trying…
Great film but the last five minutes are smug and sentimental, Hallmark for the hard core.