The film has just finished and I can still hear the last notes of the credits, see the last pictures of father and son, and feel the last tears, as they slowly dry on my cheeks.
Actually I denFernseher made out of boredom, and had not seen before really far. Typically in such a mood I zap around a bit until I fall asleep then. But already covered the first images of this movie captivated me so that I have the remote control put away, all the lights off and the pictures seem to me to read.
Alex (William H. Macy) has two jobs. In his apartment, he runs a small mail order business and sells kitchen utensils just like adult products. The true maintenance for his family but with Alex earned his second career: He kills people. He learned the profession from his father, who still runs the business and for the Alex has been working his youth. But approaching the more Alex's own son on the age at which Alex is the first time fired a weapon, the more hits his almost innate appearing dysthymia into a deep crisis.
To get hold of himself again to be turned to a psychoanalyst, Alex, in the waiting room he meets Sarah (Neve Campbell), whose mysterious and melancholy lightness, it captivates. But later, as a few weeks, his father handed him the envelope with the documents for his new job begins the prelude to a dramatic end.
In many places, this film has on me, Lost in Translation 'recalls. There is, for a sentimental expression of sad that Bill Murray and William H. Marcy divide. On the other hand, it is certainly the meeting of the father in middle age and the young girl, usually so transcendent themes makes sense and freedom for the viewer subliminally tangible, without ever directly addressing. But above all things, there are the fantastic images that slow, almost gentle settings and really appropriate music, which convey a strong sense of what is really never spoken directly.
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