A beautifully observed insight into loss, grief and the power that possessions have over our psyche.
Summer Hours is a quiet, deceptively simple film in the Chekhovian mould: a family comes together to deal with their deceased mother's legacy and important art collection. The script is handled with a delicate deftness of touch and the acting is truly superb.
Bitter-sweet and unassuming, Summer Hours is in turn poignant and moving but also humourous and the difficult subject of death and the way we deal with our memories is handled in a subtle and delicate manner. It's a very civilised and delightful movie, slow paced as it should be.
I loved it. It dealt with an issue most of us will at some point have to cope with and addressed serious questions in a mature and intelligent manner.
Do we own our possesions or do they own us ? Is being pragmatic an offense to the memory of our late loved ones? Life always moves on and can we ever truly hold on to what was?
Summer Hours is a quiet, deceptively simple film in the Chekhovian mould: a family comes together to deal with their deceased mother's legacy and important art collection. The script is handled with a delicate deftness of touch and the acting is truly superb.
Bitter-sweet and unassuming, Summer Hours is in turn poignant and moving but also humourous and the difficult subject of death and the way we deal with our memories is handled in a subtle and delicate manner. It's a very civilised and delightful movie, slow paced as it should be.
I loved it. It dealt with an issue most of us will at some point have to cope with and addressed serious questions in a mature and intelligent manner.
Do we own our possesions or do they own us ? Is being pragmatic an offense to the memory of our late loved ones? Life always moves on and can we ever truly hold on to what was?