30 of 100 minutes
Michelle Williams is one of those actresses whose movies I will automatically try to watch regardless. You have to crack a few eggs to make a Wendy and Lucy.
Good gravy what I saw of this movie is terrible. Michelle looks great - almost TOO great. For the first 20 minutes of this movie I was wondering where this economically strapped, depressed, neglected wife/mother got her hair done and why everyone else looked like they belonged on Eastenders.
Then things get crazy. CRAZY SEXY. Ewan McGregor is back to doing what we loved him for in the 90s, awkward realistic fully nude movie sex. God bless. I thought “OK! Now this movie is going somewhere!” And just as I thought that and they climax, CUT TO the soccer stadium where her husband and son are being blown up by a suicide bomber. Oh wait, does this mean that I’m going to have to spend the rest of this movie watching Michelle Williams be a sad widow while listening to political rhetoric? No thanks.
Sidebar: This look (oh god, she’s so happy in that picture) was the inspiration behind my wedding hair. - Irene