How innocent we were back in 2012: pre-Trump era with "executive" producers including Harvey Weinstein. Whatever next, vegan sausage rolls? Again, reading the worst reviews is revealing of how embittered people are these days, and how eager they are to elevate their opinions, which say more about themselves than about the film itself. Makes one wonder if someone couched in a velvet seat at the theatre or slouched on their sofa at home with microwaved popcorn had done anything more in their lives than drive to the local pizzeria and stuff themselves. Even a low-budget movie involves hundreds of professionals working together in unison, and whatever the result, it deserves pondered consideration rather than cheap asides and snide remarks. Did any of the reviewers who whine that they lost a chunk of their tawdry lives they'll "never get back" ever work in theatre or on set for a movie? The simple fact is that this film reached the hearts of many people from all over; young and old, viewers identified with the story and the characters in it. That is what art is about. You stare at a Brueghel or a Rothko and connect, either way. And cinema is art. My thanks to all those involved in this heartwarming movie, whatever its perceived faults.
Review of Unfinished Song
