There really isn't much to say about the film, except that it's lacking.
From the first saccharine frame to the very last melancholy note, its only strength is how visually beautiful it is.
There is virtually no concrete plot, barely any character development, and not a single bit of real dialogue. There are the odd moments, where the characters are all alone, and the music intertwines with the old man voiceover, that might tug at your interest. But other than that, it's pointless.
Maybe if the film was about Ollie's friend, the Russian drifter, and his story of travel and isolation and love instead, it would mean something. There would be life, and curiosity. Instead we're left trying to make sense of the one-dimensional Ollie, his family's mindnumblingly derivative history, and a few flat side characters that add zero value.
Place it on mute, let it play in the background while you clean the house or work from home or watch your children. If only for the breathtaking landscapes and the cinematography. The rest is a waste.
From the first saccharine frame to the very last melancholy note, its only strength is how visually beautiful it is.
There is virtually no concrete plot, barely any character development, and not a single bit of real dialogue. There are the odd moments, where the characters are all alone, and the music intertwines with the old man voiceover, that might tug at your interest. But other than that, it's pointless.
Maybe if the film was about Ollie's friend, the Russian drifter, and his story of travel and isolation and love instead, it would mean something. There would be life, and curiosity. Instead we're left trying to make sense of the one-dimensional Ollie, his family's mindnumblingly derivative history, and a few flat side characters that add zero value.
Place it on mute, let it play in the background while you clean the house or work from home or watch your children. If only for the breathtaking landscapes and the cinematography. The rest is a waste.