It is a domestic
drama about empathy, justice and — of course — consent that wallops the shit out of you for two - and - a-half hours.
Not exact matches
At once hugely influential — there is no Paul Greengrass without Clarke — and still relatively obscure, Clarke is singular among the British social realists, owing to his adaptability to a variety of sub-genres (within this sampling you will find women's pictures, war movies, prison
dramas, documentaries, and even an hour - long
about a dystopian roller rink) and a blazing
empathy for the downtrodden that seem to go hand - on - hand.
Brice milks this (so to speak) for big laughs in a nude dance sequence — wearing convincing prosthetic dicks, Schwartzman and Scott are truly the genital equivalent of Arnold Schwarzenegger starring opposite Danny DeVito — but he also treats Alex's embarrassment with genuine
empathy, briefly turning the film into a serious, affecting
drama about deep - seated feelings of inadequacy.
It's a film
about empathy, forgiveness and parental bonds, and another sublime low - key
drama from a director who never fails to raise the emotional stakes in a subtle and sensitive manner.