There's something almost comforting about watching a film this dated, something that could never exist in todays cinematic (or political) landscape. One of the more fascinating ruminations on how grief causes us to lose not only the people closes to us but also the ideals they held dear. You get automatic points for opening with a Joni Mitchell song, but the mistreatment of early Sandra Oh evens it out.
There's something almost comforting about watching a film this dated, something that could never exist in todays cinematic (or political) landscape. One of the more fascinating ruminations on how grief causes us to lose not only the people closes to us but also the ideals they held dear. You get automatic points for opening with a Joni Mitchell song, but the mistreatment of early Sandra Oh evens it out.
