Third Person

Mindfuck about death, rather than love. Mindfuck about death, not love. Haggis servings up several plot lines with ease, meanwhile how they’re intended and how everything is going to fall into place is pretty clear, although here and there something just doesn’t add up. Something not altogether kosher happens with the narrative line, because some details differ. A clever relationship drama, wrongfully mistaken for a romantic movie, that benefits mainly from amazing actors in the lead roles (an action-free Neeson for a change) and also from Olivia Wilde’s pre-last-pregnancy body. I’m not absolutely certain if it was meant to be an art movie or not, but I’ll gladly watch it again. I can’t get it out of my head... (09/26/2014)

If Paul Haggis had disregarded three different stories in three different places, maybe it would make sense, but this way, any higher meaning is lost. The interconnection of the characters is absolutely ridiculous because, since you are following all three, you expect some sort of connection. Like this, they are just three concepts in one place, with Liam Neeson and Olivia Wilde definitely leading it script-wise, and Adrian Brody probably being the most enjoyable. It's a shame, I really liked that part with the writer. But this simply isn't a cohesive work. It was supposed to be a collection of short stories, not something that pretends to be more. (09/29/2014)