Some fabulous performances in this one. James McArdle is great as a man desperately trying to hold everything together, Dearbhla Molly is hilarious and touching, hiding so much pain behind a prickly exterior, but it’s Fionnula Flanagan who truly stunned me with such a quiet performance. And I mean quiet. Playing a stroke victim forced to use a tablet to communicate, her performance hinges entirely on her physicality. It’s amazing how she can communicate her frustration, pain, and love so clearly without so much as a peep. The gag of the monotone voice of the tablet contrasted with her obvious annoyance is used to great comedic effect, but it’s when the camera just lingers on her face when her performance truly shines.
The screenplay has flashes of brilliance, but ultimately I feel this needed a longer runtime to properly develop it’s characters and to dive deeper into plot points that are touched upon but never explored in a satisfactory manor
Some fabulous performances in this one. James McArdle is great as a man desperately trying to hold everything together, Dearbhla Molly is hilarious and touching, hiding so much pain behind a prickly exterior, but it’s Fionnula Flanagan who truly stunned me with such a quiet performance. And I mean quiet. Playing a stroke victim forced to use a tablet to communicate, her performance hinges entirely on her physicality. It’s amazing how she can communicate her frustration, pain, and love so clearly without so much as a peep. The gag of the monotone voice of the tablet contrasted with her obvious annoyance is used to great comedic effect, but it’s when the camera just lingers on her face when her performance truly shines.
The screenplay has flashes of brilliance, but ultimately I feel this needed a longer runtime to properly develop it’s characters and to dive deeper into plot points that are touched upon but never explored in a satisfactory manor