An amazing final third of the film but for me the middle was really lacking in terms of dialogue and writing in general. Got a bit bored between the start and the end but I loved that final sequence.

An amazing final third of the film but for me the middle was really lacking in terms of dialogue and writing in general. Got a bit bored between the start and the end but I loved that final sequence.

hawk tuah

hawk tuah

paired this with the thing with feathers and it’s wild how both use birds to process grief but in completely opposite ways

paired this with the thing with feathers and it’s wild how both use birds to process grief but in completely opposite ways

wait…does that mean the h in my name actually stands for hawk…omg

wait…does that mean the h in my name actually stands for hawk…omg

After the trailer made me quite emotional a month ago, I went in expecting a deep exploration of grief. Instead, I got a beautifully shot but emotionally thin meditation that never quite builds the "bridge" (pun intended) it needs to.

Claire Foy and Brendan Gleeson have great natural chemistry. Their scenes are the heartbeat of the film, and the scenes with the hawk are genuinely mesmerising. Every time the bird is on screen, the film finds a focus and intensity that it lacks elsewhere.

The central premise, using the hawk to process her father’s death, feels more like a concept than a reality. We see her training the hawk, and we know she misses her dad, but the script fails to bring them together into something profound.

I wasn’t a fan of the pacing, there’s a tight 90-minute masterpiece buried in here, but it dragged by about 20 minutes, I felt it should have probably ended on the eulogy, instead it kind of dragged itself to the finish line.

A lovely watch for the visuals and the performances, but lacked in substance for something I had quite high expectations for.

3/5

After the trailer made me quite emotional a month ago, I went in expecting a deep exploration of grief. Instead, I got a beautifully shot but emotionally thin meditation that never quite builds the "bridge" (pun intended) it needs to.

Claire Foy and Brendan Gleeson have great natural chemistry. Their scenes are the heartbeat of the film, and the scenes with the hawk are genuinely mesmerising. Every time the bird is on screen, the film finds a focus and intensity that it lacks elsewhere.

The central premise, using the hawk to process her father’s death, feels more like a concept than a reality. We see her training the hawk, and we know she misses her dad, but the script fails to bring them together into something profound.

I wasn’t a fan of the pacing, there’s a tight 90-minute masterpiece buried in here, but it dragged by about 20 minutes, I felt it should have probably ended on the eulogy, instead it kind of dragged itself to the finish line.

A lovely watch for the visuals and the performances, but lacked in substance for something I had quite high expectations for.

3/5