What do you look like when you dance?
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. . .here are my thoughts.
What do you look like when you dance?
The Son deals with the weighty topic of suicide. It’s also one of those movies where nothing really happens. Perhaps that’s the point of the film—everything can appear perfectly normal and unremarkable, until tragedy occurs. I figured there had to be something—anything!—right around the corner to make the viewer feel as though the last two hours of their life hadn’t been wasted. [Or the less tactful expression (which I would never write): “… feel as though after two hours, they wanted to kill themselves.”] I pieced together an elaborate ploy the teenage protagonist was undertaking to get his divorced parents back together. Alas, there is no such ploy. The film leads us right where it promises. I did, however, appreciate the subtle twist on the “rifle on the wall” trope. We, instead, have an unseen “gun behind the washer.” Either way, in true Chekhov fashion, the gun goes off. The Son has one subtle bit of humor. Prolific singer and dancer, Hugh Jackman, demonstrates horrific dance skills that would spell the self-inflicted death of any aspiring Broadway career. For a moment, I thought I was staring into a mirror.