Directed by: Mike Mills
Starring: Ewan McGregor, Christopher Plummer, Mélanie Laurent
This is the indiest damn movie there ever was. It’s all talking in soft voices even when that feels really weird and boring information displayed so as to make it seem more deep or noteworthy. Seems like an awful lot of effort to put in to make such an insubstantial story seem interesting (it doesn’t work).
Ewan McGregor’s dad, Christopher Plummer, recently died. Now McGregor has to deal with the loss and attempt to start a relationship with a movie actress. Oh, and his dad was gay.
Most of the film is flashbacks of Plummer after he divorces his wife and starts actively participating in the gay lifestyle, and the cancer that eventually kills him. It’s a lot of stuff about how tough it is being an old gay guy, and that’s all well and good, and probably inspiring or something if you can relate to that situation… there just isn’t a lot of meat to it. The film is basically a cavalcade of scenes where all the characters are feeling the same emotion and the conflict comes into play when Ewan pointlessly breaks up with his girlfriend, then gets back together with her.