Went to see it last night.
I thought about it throughout the rest of the night, and this morning and the rest of the day.
It was an old-fashion experience. In an old theater. The filming had few special effects. It was just a man and his son. Much of the filming was gray — as I had seen it through the words in the novel. I had wondered just how exact the film would be. It was enough and I thought it was well done.
I want to go back to the book — I’ve loaned my copy out, so it will wait — to read certain parts to check my memory. No hurry on that though.
It’s a story about a father and son. Something that I tried to create with my own father, but the bond never took. It didn’t with my mom either, so I was left adrift. It’s a film that makes you think about family.
It’s also a film that makes you think about good and evil. The fire and not eating your kids are coarse ways of identifying one from the other at the end, but only if you have not gone through the beginning.