If there was ever a movie loaded with clichés, Otto is not far behind. From minute 0 we see good old Hanks wandering around in his role as a grumpy-old-man-with-a-reason whose motivations will later be explained to us with generous flash-backs in brilliant 70's kodachrome.
Throughout the film, and marked by laughable suicide attempts, a list of characters follows one another that allows us to verify that Otto is not racist, not even with Hispanics, and that he is not homophobic or hates social networks.
The only thing Otto truly hates is the superficiality of his Barbie neighbor and of course, the greed of the evil white real estate manager who wants to make a business out of the ignorance of Otto's black neighbor. A greed that will finally allow us to discover why Otto is so grumpy: Allied with negligence, greed is also behind the unfortunate accident that condemned his late wife long ago to childlessness and to live the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
But Otto has a medicine for all this. In the blink of an eye, he solves all the problems in his neighborhood. He saves a cat and then another suicidal man, prevents his black neighbors from being scammed, solves his Hispanic neighbor's housing and transportation problem, and hands over his American-made car to the transgender boy. Finally, he dies in holiness for his long-awaited reunion with his deceased wife.
The film serves as an international launch for the Hanks offspring, despite playing a deadpan and implausible twenty-something version of Otto. One can be a leftist at heart, but family always precedes talent!
It's a shame that Marc Forster got swept up in the Hanks clan to make this predictable and uninspired version of a 2015 Swedish film.
Throughout the film, and marked by laughable suicide attempts, a list of characters follows one another that allows us to verify that Otto is not racist, not even with Hispanics, and that he is not homophobic or hates social networks.
The only thing Otto truly hates is the superficiality of his Barbie neighbor and of course, the greed of the evil white real estate manager who wants to make a business out of the ignorance of Otto's black neighbor. A greed that will finally allow us to discover why Otto is so grumpy: Allied with negligence, greed is also behind the unfortunate accident that condemned his late wife long ago to childlessness and to live the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
But Otto has a medicine for all this. In the blink of an eye, he solves all the problems in his neighborhood. He saves a cat and then another suicidal man, prevents his black neighbors from being scammed, solves his Hispanic neighbor's housing and transportation problem, and hands over his American-made car to the transgender boy. Finally, he dies in holiness for his long-awaited reunion with his deceased wife.
The film serves as an international launch for the Hanks offspring, despite playing a deadpan and implausible twenty-something version of Otto. One can be a leftist at heart, but family always precedes talent!
It's a shame that Marc Forster got swept up in the Hanks clan to make this predictable and uninspired version of a 2015 Swedish film.
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