Wordy family drama constructed in large blocks. The scene of choosing the coffin is too long (and I would even say in bad taste), just as the hospice scene is too long. Today we are perhaps shocked to see Gene Hackman play such a characterless man. Furthermore, when we see him in bed with his partner, the director could have avoided the prolonged exposure of his hairy chest. Then there is a bit of carelessness in the sound mixing: in the interview scene in the hospital you can hear an unjustified buzz in the background, and during the walk in the park the birds sometimes almost drown out the dialogue.
Review of I Never Sang for My Father
