Has anyone seen this movie?
We saw it tonight, and I have a feeling I may be in the minority with my feelings concerning it.
This movie did not resonate with me like I expected it would. It was quite intense but then how could it not be since it was about a little boy who lost his Dad in 9/11. I thought it would bring back some of what I watched my 4 sons go through 15 years ago.
Dennis thought the young boy was a brat. I have to admit he didn't quite get into my heart either, not at first anyway. As we were walking out to the car after the movie, Den said to me, "I know grieving to a child must be horrible and I don't want to minimize that, but your boys didn't go through it like that did they?"
Den didn't even know us then, but still I had to agree with him. As awful as it was for all of us, our experience was not so in alignment with this movie. However I stopped him and said, "But, unlike the movie, my boys were never told things like "He's never coming back! It's over. You will never see him again. It's over!" as the kid in the movie was told by his Mom in her attempt to get him to heal and move on.
I do remember one very well-meaning friend of ours stopping by one night shortly after their father died and I think he said some similar things. But my boys' knowledge of the afterlife blew his words right out their heads.
I came away from this movie thinking how awful it must be to grieve with no hope. To think this life is IT. No more. That's it. If someone dies, well it's over and they are gone forever. I have never had those feelings. I don't even know what it would be like to live with such dismal beliefs.
I don't remember God even being mentioned in this movie. If He was mentioned it was not with much substance. If this movie is any reflection of what is really going on in this crazy world, well then, no wonder it's so crazy out there.
It probably sounds like I didn't like this movie. Actually I did! The acting was excellent. Thought provoking messages for sure. But it was also difficult watching a child struggle so fiercely with nothing real to hold onto. My heart hurt for him. I found myself wanting my sons to talk to him. They would understand him. But they would also teach him about hope, and life everlasting. Somebody needs to.