Film Review: The Squid and the Whale
Wednesday, 30 August 2006 12:05 amRgh. Neighbour's smoking is keeping me awake. Maybe I'll be sleepier in 20 minutes. Maybe she'll stop.
Over the weekend we rented The Squid and the Whale. Excellent movie. It's based on the director's childhood, as the son of a writer-couple who divorced in the mid-80s. A fair bit of family dysfunctionality, as well as teen awkwardness, including the older brother who plagiarizes Pink Floyd at a school talent show (as he explains later, "I felt I could've written it, so the fact that I didn't is merely academic"). The father is a blowhard elitist who has passed his career peak; whose personality has rubbed off too much on the older son. The mother is somewhat overly-disclosing, and quite fed up with living with her (ex-)husband. Some wonderful lines between the two of them. ("Him: All that work I did at the end of our marriage, making dinners, cleaning up, being more attentive. It never was going to make a difference, was it? You were leaving no matter what. Her: You never made a dinner. Him: ...I made burgers that time you had pneumonia. Her: [laughs] Burgers.)
Less whiny than Woody Allen, and at least as biting humour, with lots and lots of scenes in Manhattan and Brooklyn that made me nostalgic.
Over the weekend we rented The Squid and the Whale. Excellent movie. It's based on the director's childhood, as the son of a writer-couple who divorced in the mid-80s. A fair bit of family dysfunctionality, as well as teen awkwardness, including the older brother who plagiarizes Pink Floyd at a school talent show (as he explains later, "I felt I could've written it, so the fact that I didn't is merely academic"). The father is a blowhard elitist who has passed his career peak; whose personality has rubbed off too much on the older son. The mother is somewhat overly-disclosing, and quite fed up with living with her (ex-)husband. Some wonderful lines between the two of them. ("Him: All that work I did at the end of our marriage, making dinners, cleaning up, being more attentive. It never was going to make a difference, was it? You were leaving no matter what. Her: You never made a dinner. Him: ...I made burgers that time you had pneumonia. Her: [laughs] Burgers.)
Less whiny than Woody Allen, and at least as biting humour, with lots and lots of scenes in Manhattan and Brooklyn that made me nostalgic.