I just watched the film The Impossible. I remember writing about Thailand as a wonderful place to go for Christmas and New Year that year, especially if you wanted to escape the commercialisation - well western for eastern depending on which part of Thailand you ventured to. It was in my top five of places to go. I hope no one went as a result of reading the article.
The film is fascinating and harrowing. I'm told it took a year to film the first ten minutes and the young boy playing the eldest son Tom Holland is especially good. Not cloying, but convincing and strong for his family because he needs to be. Like most eldest sons are. They tend to be the strongest or the weakest. There were moments I could relate to, where the woman was so grateful to the locals who were there to help, and the time when the father broke down and became a child himself. They were real moments. I could tell they would happen in real life. The only thing that jarred was the music which was unnecessary. The film was most powerful when the music was at it's quietest or non existent. Real life drama does not need backing music. It reminded me of the Schlinder's List when it was only at the end when you realised how many lives had been saved by one man, that you became aware of the reality of a tsunami, what it does to lives and livelihoods. The film barely skimmed the surface of what it did to the locals but it gave an idea and it was humbling to watch safe in my cinema seat a million miles away.
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