Sorry, but I don’t get the 67% fresh on Rotten Tomatoes for what I would call a docudrama rather than a movie. When I read that IRENE IN TIME was about how a daughter’s relationship with her father affects her romantic relationships, I thought, “Hey, a movie that goes deeper than “Sex and the City.”
Yes, but, the problem with IRENE is that there are too many messages from too many women with too many kinds of relationships, including a lesbian who tells the truth that being gay has nothing to do with her parents. The effect of these “talking heads” for me is that I didn’t feel anything, not even empathy for those I related to. More time should have been spent on development of the main character and her mother and father (who we never get to meet “in person.”) And the plot was pretty narrow. For example, I wanted to know how the family of a man who made his living gambling could live so well in Southern California?
Then we don’t even know if Irene’s daddy is really dead or just gone, nor in the end what happens to Irene. It felt really hopeless to me: we women are so weak that our happiness not only depends on having a good romantic relationship, but that having a lasting one at all depends on whether or not we had a normal father? Please, that would mean no one has much of a chance at happiness.
I’m sorry, IRENE, but I’m not willing to bet my happiness in life on the men in my life, past and current. There is too much at stake.