I had never heard of this film until the other day, despite it coming out in 2004, starring Nicole Kidman, who is sporting the chicest of pixie cuts, and having an aesthetic/tone/vibe that lights up all my pleasure centres (shot in NYC, grey/pink colour palette, opens on a long tracking shot set to intense classical music).
I think the reason I hadn't heard about the film was because it was so marred in controversy at the time of release because of its subject matter. Without giving too much away, Nicole's character is a widow who meets a 10-year-old boy who tells her he is her dead husband. People were up in arms about the idea of adult Nicole potentially being in love with a child. That said, all the criticism felt like it was coming from people who had heard about the plot rather than actually having seen the film, which just so happens to be a soulful, sensitive and intelligent meditation on grief and love.
Watch it, I beg of you!
