When their mother dies, Carolyn and Michael discover that she wasn’t merely the quiet little housewife that they had thought, uncovering a tender but all too brief affair that she had had with a travelling photographer in 1965, in Eastwood’s for the most part well made film, which is let down somewhat by the jarring contemporary framing story and the increasingly sentimental and obtrusive score. Iain.Stott
Thursday, 16 September 2010
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