
This over the top piece of Hollywood melodrama feels completely staged. It works overtime to bring tears to your eyes, going to excesses when it should have shown restraint. Every frame seems designed to try and elicit an emotion but hardly any of them feel genuine. It's just pure Hollywood mush.
From the bestselling novel (which I've never read, but which has to be better than this mess), the plot tells the story of Oskar Schell whose father, played by Tom Hanks, died in the World Trade Center on 9/11. Oskar is an odd kid who mentions that he was once tested for Asperger's syndrome and the tests weren't conclusive, but he definitely exhibits traits of the condition. He's obsessed with facts and organization while having difficulty relating to others. He finds a key inside an envelope in his father's closet around a year after his death and becomes obsessed with finding what it unlocks. Written on the outside of the envelope is the word Black, which Oskar takes to be a name and so decides to search out every person in New York with the last name of Black and ask them if they knew his father.
Along the way Oskar meets a lot of people, including an old man who can't speak (von Sydow) who has a fairly obvious connection to Oskar, although it takes a while before the movie comes out and admits the relationship. There's plenty of moments of staged emotion along the way designed to get the criers in the audience reaching for their hankies, but for the more cynical among us to roll their eyes at as far too many strangers open themselves up to this strange little kid.
The acting is decent enough, but like everything else in the movie, is over the top. Thomas Horn does an alright job as Oskar, but spends too much of the movie trying to look concerned by furrowing his brow, which just makes him look constipated. He's better in the broader moments when he must summon tears, but suffers in the quieter moments.
Hanks has just a small part in flashbacks and his only job is to be the ideal dad for Oskar and subsequently comes across as very stagey. Only von Sydow manages any subtlety and maybe that's because he never says a word, but conveys his emotion with written notes and the words Yes and No that written on each of his hands. Bullock is mostly absent from the film until an 11th hour reveal that is yet another attempt to wring some more tears from the audience.
If the point of this story was to offer some kind of emotional resolution for the audience it fails. It's just a series of staged moments designed to manipulate emotions. There's nothing real, deep or meaningful in any of it.


















