I like movies that amble along but are either headed for a deeper examination of life or an interesting view of it. This movie does neither. When the "there" is revealed I was left with only mild arousal. But then this is a British movie and they tend to make more out of less. Focusing on Broadbent's character leaves the viewer with a smaller, narrower vision of history, and perhaps that was the point. We humans hate to find out that our footprint is smaller than we hoped. I would have preferred the story the girlfriend, the best friend, and the mother would have revealed.
Review of The Sense of an Ending
