The movie falls into the of those boring post-Covid films the pretentious critics try to convince you are masterpieces. While the sets and costumes (you just can't go wrong with Sandy Powell - she is a holy saint that really kind of saves this film) and excessively unnecessary nudity will keep your attention, the story is not compelling and borderline cliché. The undercooked script doesn't really dive into exploring the relationships, relying instead on almost constantly naked main characters silently wondering gorgeous premises. The time flashbacks are irritating to the point that they are laughable. The talents of Glenda Jackson, Colin Firth and Olivia Colman are criminally underused. The relationship of Jane and Donald characters is puzzling and unexplored after the basic fact that there is no chemistry between them. The cinematography is quite mediocre. The whole film is an opulent mess but on the other hand I have seen much much worse.
Review of Mothering Sunday
