Talk about robbing Peter to deprive Paul of an Oscar.
Peter Falk and Paul Reiser, that is. Both of whom I knew well enough from prior works, but neither of whose performances together I'd ever seen until tonight, in a perfectly lovely 2005 film entitled The Thing About My Folks.
It conveys much of the spirit of another art-house labor of love by an A-list cast from about the same time, King of the Corner. Here, Paul Reiser is the son, and Peter Falk the father; there are plenty of other fine performances, but as with Peter Riegert's similar effort from 2004, this 2005 film focuses mainly on the ties between father and son.
Though we begin in Manhattan and spend time driving north on the Deegan, the film truly shines once it gets to the eastern and east-central parts of "Upstate" that I know and love. Clifton Park, Ravena, and even the lyrical Coeyman's Hollow appear, however briefly, in the scenes which re-bond a man to his son and, through him, back to his wife before the 96 minutes are finished.
The soundtrack, the cinematography, even the farting are all first-class.
Peter Falk and Paul Reiser, that is. Both of whom I knew well enough from prior works, but neither of whose performances together I'd ever seen until tonight, in a perfectly lovely 2005 film entitled The Thing About My Folks.
It conveys much of the spirit of another art-house labor of love by an A-list cast from about the same time, King of the Corner. Here, Paul Reiser is the son, and Peter Falk the father; there are plenty of other fine performances, but as with Peter Riegert's similar effort from 2004, this 2005 film focuses mainly on the ties between father and son.
Though we begin in Manhattan and spend time driving north on the Deegan, the film truly shines once it gets to the eastern and east-central parts of "Upstate" that I know and love. Clifton Park, Ravena, and even the lyrical Coeyman's Hollow appear, however briefly, in the scenes which re-bond a man to his son and, through him, back to his wife before the 96 minutes are finished.
The soundtrack, the cinematography, even the farting are all first-class.