I feel like I’ve aged like Christopher Plummer by the end of the movie. Man, that was a tough one to sit through.
Such a shame since Plummer and Ewan McGregor were so into their characters. It would have been more interesting if the movie focused on the father’s story instead of the tacked-on love angle of son and girlfriend.
And are old gay men supposed to wear neckerchiefs to show their sexual preference? It reminded so much of Robert Arevalo’s Papang in Magkaribal.