Good One
Good One
6.798%74%
Chris and his daughter Sam, hike with Chris' friend, Matt. The film builds suspense. The climax is one with which women are all too familiar. Sam tells her father, and his reaction does not satisfy her. Her subsequent actions are a clear communication with both Chris and Matt. Her father finally hears her, and puts her in the driving seat. Recommended as a rare filmic depiction of an everyday occurrence.
jwpi0 reviewed2d ago
The silences and expressions convey as much as the narrative and conversations.
There are a few key moments when the silence hangs, reality breaks through and I think to myself, did he just say what I'm pretty sure he said, and in THAT context? You can hear a pin drop as the full weight of the coming of age lands squarely in Sam's lap. Her perception of the world is challanged and later towards the end it is clearly cemented, right to her core. A perception of men, whether she likes it or not, has been embedded in her and will instruct her, also whether she likes it or not, for the rest of her life.
A highly relevant film for our time.
Those who have rated less than a 7, or even less than an 8, have misunderstood this film.
One criticism I have is that the only men in the film are her father and uncle, and the 3 duffusses that camp next to them and with whom they have some - thank goodness - limited interaction. The father and uncles flaws are revealed and the 3 dufussess are, well, they are dufussess. So they are no "good" men depicted, which is a shame. So Sam's father gives her her perception of men, and the men she'll metaphorically have to choose from are tweedle dum, tweedle dee and tweedle even dumber. But this is not true of real life. There are good men out there. However, the counterpoint to that - to my own criticism - is that the very perception handed to her by the father and uncle may well pre-dispose her to seek out the exact men who confirm that perception exactly. And THIS is - unfortunately - very true to life.
This film has prompted me to question my own perceptions, those shtty shtty perceptions so freely given to me.