After ten tiring days, and a very exhausting luncheon, I needed some diversion, something lowbrow and raunchy!
So off to see Mr. Woodcock.
I was surprised by a good story, with good acting, some Billy Bob Thornton raunch as only he can deliver it, but all in support of a compelling story - definitely not lowbrow.
All about growing up ... really growing up. Not just the psycho-babble stuff of talk shows.
Susan Sarandon plays a widowed mother trying to negotiate a difficult pathway between her adult son (Seanne William Scott) - now a famous psycho-babble, talk-show circuit author home for a visit, and her boy friend, Billy Bob Thornton, a mostly whacko middle school basketball coach who torments his students, the son of a seriously whacko father.
The publicity is slightly misleading on this one - it's a far better story, and film, then what I was expecting.
Was it the diversion I needed? Yup, some good laughs, some good thoughts ... didn't have to think real hard, but it's a worthy story told well by some very talented actors and a good director (Craig Gillespie).
