A psychoanalyst and his family go through profound emotional trauma when their son dies in a scuba diving accident.
人間有情天, 아들의 방, La chambre du fils, O Quarto do Filho, La habitación del hijo, Das Zimmer meines Sohnes, Pokoj mého syna, La Chambre du fils, Oğul Odası, La Stanza del Figlio, 儿子的房间, Pokój syna, A fiú szobája, 息子の部屋, Synův pokoj, Ett rum i våra hjärtan, Комната сына, ვაჟიშვილის ოთახი, Кімната сина, חדרו של הבן, L’habitació del fill, 兒子的房間
France Cannes Film Festival 
ItalyT 
USAR FranceTP 
South Korea15 
CzechiaU 
Switzerland6 
Ireland15 
Germany France France Czechia France Germany Ireland Italy South Korea Switzerland USA 
Here we are
Stuck by this river
You and I
Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down
dark circles and inner unrest. the tremendousness and vastness in the moment of sudden tragedy. the unstoppable break into reality. authentic frames of daily life, then the collapse and disruption that leaves you with a queasy stomach and a big uneasiness.
all of this tactfully staged. no pitiful cheap shot, no lazy study of dismay, but serious questions. what does the psychoanalyst do when the crisis hits from outside? pain and impuissance end in a appropriate 10 mins road movie, a drowsy all-nighter, a summer love that gives home, final gestures of tenderness.
nothing like a good cry to start the day :)
An interesting question was raised early in this movie. "What is your favorite sport, soundwise?" I'd have to say mine is tennis.
For the audience, the story ends where the film ends, but for the protagonists, their lives move forwards and our end is just the beginning for them. Like this, The Son's Room portrays only the "process"and perhaps this is how a film should be; partly incomplete. Passing of time is cruel but at the same time, it is what heals our pain. I think this is now my favorite film of all time.
The Son's Room is a well-acted, respectable drama. It is quiet and understated, examining a family as it deals with grief. The lead feels unable to move forward in his life, which is ironic as he works as a psychiatrist, dealing with the problems of others. Nobody is immune from mental hardship. This story could have been melodramatic, but instead The Son's Room plays things in a simple, natural way. Characters try to understand the person they've lost and what really happened, but it only tangles their feelings. As an examination of sudden tragedy and the effects that has, The Son's Room is moving and relatable. Overall it's a solid, workmanlike film, doing what one expects from middlebrow art cinema, even though it achieves little more.
«Forse per lui non era poi così importante, se non ce ne ha mai parlato, no?»
«E di cosa ci ha mai parlato, Irene? Eh?»
nella mia famiglia, "ti voglio bene" non viene detto mai. forse perché siamo timidi, perché ci piace tenerci i nostri segreti o perché pensiamo che sia come un'ammissione di debolezza, un piccolo sfoggio di una crepa che, come quelle che nota nanni nel film e che gli danno così fastidio, potrebbe mandarci tutti in frantumi. quante cose che non ci siamo detti e che non ci diciamo, e quante cose io ho dovuto tirare fuori di bocca alle persone che amo nei momenti di difficoltà, dove pensare di tenermi fuori dalle questioni sarebbe stata l'unica…
The Son’s Room winning Palme d'Or over Mulholland Drive and Piano Teacher is one of the worst moments of the Cannes Film Festival, and after actually seeing it, I think the hate is even more justified. It's a bloated, forgotten arthouse melodrama that features an atrocious performance from Mr. Moretti himself, and I'm glad he stopped acting in lead after this.
The Son’s Room definitely shows potential in its first half, where naturalistic storytelling and gorgeous cinematography put one in the right mind space. It's only when tragedy strikes, that the story suddenly spins out of control under Moretti's reign. Almost not a single member of the ensemble has the acting chops to pull off the intricate emotions of grief,…
Nanni, pagami la terapia.
The Son’s Room turned out to be this really incredible emotional watch. I was left in a daze after finishing it, honestly.
I can’t stop thinking of all the small moments, like writing a letter that you can’t write, the weight put into rewinding a tape, or that night drive, both epic and serene.
The repetition of the same things, before and after everything changes.
The obsession with turning back time, the obsession with a moment, the obsession with anything that makes you feel closer to that moment, even a specific kind of cheese or music.
Ebert says it well:
"The Son's Room won the Palme d'Or, or top prize, at Cannes last year. It was a popular choice - too popular, sniffed some, who objected to its mainstream style and frank sentimentality. Yes, but not all movies can be stark, difficult and obscure. Sometimes in a quite ordinary way a director can reach out and touch us.”
Here we are, stuck by this river. You and I, underneath a sky that’s ever falling down…
El enfoque en el duelo que vive cada uno de los personajes me parece precioso.
Porque sí creo que existe una belleza en el sentir, incluso en el dolor más fuerte: en la compañía, la transformación, la evolución y la aceptación.
Me gusta cómo esta película muestra una cara diferente pero realista. De verdad es bella.
What a slow, quiet, powerful little gem.
