This is a down-to-earth film. There are no lasers, no aliens, no explosions, no spectacular car chases or gunfights. In short it is not Hollywood. Sorry...that's the truth.
What it does have is a distinct lack of patronisation, cute kids, sensationalism and other such ingredients we are force-fed by today's film makers. The characters are real people in real life situations and that is rare in the cinema.
OK, so onto the film; I enjoyed the humour level (dark at times, but always with a grip on reality) and the characters were no different to people one might know. It is set in a Jewish retirement home in North London with the main character, Izzie Goldberg as an aging grandfather to a mixed-race Jewish grandson. Izzie is on his last legs while Keith Perry (the grandson) is waking up to life. The film mainly focuses on these two and their relationship with each other and their families and colleagues around them. The film is moving in a deep familial way, dealing with life and death and how it effects others.
I'm no film critic or writer so I will wrap up there before I get myself into trouble. I'll leave with one parting shot...look out for the Richard Gere in American Gigilo scene. I don't know if it was intentional, but it brought out my movie-buff smile!
