I find films that deal with the messier parts of human family interactions difficult to watch, especially when done convincingly. This film does just that. No matter one's beliefs regarding life and death, you know that Grandpa had much to atone for and perhaps was even deserving of death as punishment for his actions. But when the story reached its conclusion I found myself strangely satisfied that no other outcome was possible. I was relieved because any other outcome would have imposed some intolerable burdens. Salvation lay in the affection between the two protagonists.
I sought this film out for Rose Byrne and was not disappointed. She is one phenomenal actor with an amazing range and the ability to mold herself into any personality. Her performance is worth the film's nearly two hours running time. The direction was flawless and the camera work simply astounding. Some of the visuals were nearly hypnotic in their beauty, such as the scenes of the sky dotted with clouds and the DS in the foreground.
My gripes are minor. I found it a bit too long. There was too much of Byrne's character stumbling around feeling her way about. We get it, she is blind, we don't need constant reminding. I don't know that so much of that added anything and at least in my case it detracted. Then the car: how is it possible that it survived in this pristine condition? No tears in the upholstery, the chrome impeccable, no mechanical defects, showroom ready. Even in western Australia's dry climate one would expect some wear and tear.
As I said these are minor gripes. "The Goddess of 1967" is a significant achievement in cinematic history especially given the absence of special effects, action-packed sequences and copious amounts of blood and gore.
I sought this film out for Rose Byrne and was not disappointed. She is one phenomenal actor with an amazing range and the ability to mold herself into any personality. Her performance is worth the film's nearly two hours running time. The direction was flawless and the camera work simply astounding. Some of the visuals were nearly hypnotic in their beauty, such as the scenes of the sky dotted with clouds and the DS in the foreground.
My gripes are minor. I found it a bit too long. There was too much of Byrne's character stumbling around feeling her way about. We get it, she is blind, we don't need constant reminding. I don't know that so much of that added anything and at least in my case it detracted. Then the car: how is it possible that it survived in this pristine condition? No tears in the upholstery, the chrome impeccable, no mechanical defects, showroom ready. Even in western Australia's dry climate one would expect some wear and tear.
As I said these are minor gripes. "The Goddess of 1967" is a significant achievement in cinematic history especially given the absence of special effects, action-packed sequences and copious amounts of blood and gore.