Grief works in mysterious ways. Some explode, some keep it all in, some lament what could have been, and some get crazy haircuts or something pierced. For disenchanted real estate agent Frank Mollard (Anthony Lapaglia) it leads him to believe that a mysterious phone call one night is his diseased mother. Tracking down the woman on the other end, Frank and Sarah (Julia Blake) strike up a cathartic friendship. Frank struggles everyday with the harsh and dishonest realities of his job and eccentric boss (John Clarke) while also navigating a divorce from his now famous TV star wife (Justine Clarke) and a son he can’t connect to.
With a great, funny, moving and often satirical script, filmmaker Matthew Saville (‘Felony’) fills in the moments between witty one-liners and character banter with languid silences and overstretched gags. Caught somewhere between a comedy, a drama and a satire, the tone of this promising film tosses and turns becoming uneven, confusing and the films overall purpose gets lost.
A great, funny, moving and often satirical script...
With an unlikable character at the centre of the story, obviously redemption is on the cards, but from what exactly? Being a bad son, shitty father, lacking husband, subpar relator?
Filled with great performances by actors making the most of even the smallest rolls, ‘A Month of Sundays’ is funny, emotional and an enjoyable trip down guilt alley but between its cast and director, it promises so much and delivers... a cobblestone road.