Third Person

If Paul Haggis had ditched the three different stories in three different places, maybe it would make sense, but as it is, any higher meaning gets lost. The interconnection of the characters is completely absurd because, since you're following all three, you expect there to be some connection. This way, it's just three plots in one place, where Liam Neeson and Olivia Wilde certainly lead in terms of screenwriting, and Adrian Brody seems to be the most entertaining. That's a shame, I really liked the part with the writer. But this just isn’t a consistent work. This was supposed to be a short story film, not something that pretends to be more. (09/29/2014)

Mindfuck about death, rather than love. Mindfuck about death, not love. Haggis servings up several plot lines with ease, meanwhile how they’re intended and how everything is going to fall into place is pretty clear, although here and there something just doesn’t add up. Something not altogether kosher happens with the narrative line, because some details differ. A clever relationship drama, wrongfully mistaken for a romantic movie, that benefits mainly from amazing actors in the lead roles (an action-free Neeson for a change) and also from Olivia Wilde’s pre-last-pregnancy body. I’m not absolutely certain if it was meant to be an art movie or not, but I’ll gladly watch it again. I can’t get it out of my head... (09/26/2014)