For all my talk about how I didn't want to see this film, about how staring at Bruce Dern for two hours couldn't be anything but aggravating, about how black-and-white movies in the year 2014 are pretentious...I loved it. In fact, it may be my favorite so far. Bruce Dern isn't the least bit annoying, and June Squibb is just precious and delightful.
The acting was so genuine, and -- yes, I admit it -- so very unpretentious, that I forgot what I'd been dreading about it. It made me miss my grandparents so much it still hurts. There is a calm and simple sweetness that pervades every second of this film; I watched all the way to the end of the credits just because I wasn't ready to leave yet.
I can promise it'll make you cry, more happy tears than sad ones. I can promise it'll make you appreciate your parents, even when they call you 12 times in a day to ask how to work their new iPad. I can promise it'll make you hate those sweepstakes idiots even more than you probably already do. I can promise that if you were raised in a small town, you'll find yourself yearning to move back there to raise your babies (this feeling may be more fleeting than the others; it was for me).
I can also promise that if you're under the age of 65, you'll be the youngest person in the theatre. I was -- by several decades.
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