This is a very slow, dark, and unsatisfying story that meanders between a lonely man (Anthony Hopkins) dealing with his ex and child, his odd friendship with another man (Jim Broadbent), a love(less) affair, and shockingly violent fantasies.
Hopkins and Broadbent are terrific as always, their faces revealing depths of agony, frustration, and confusion; but the story is limp. I suppose the writer is saying that life isn't always interesting nor does it always turn out the way we want and loose ends don't get tied up neatly or completely.
This is a good one to see if you're a Hopkins fan, otherwise, skip it. I felt like I'd wasted my time with it.
Hopkins and Broadbent are terrific as always, their faces revealing depths of agony, frustration, and confusion; but the story is limp. I suppose the writer is saying that life isn't always interesting nor does it always turn out the way we want and loose ends don't get tied up neatly or completely.
This is a good one to see if you're a Hopkins fan, otherwise, skip it. I felt like I'd wasted my time with it.