If you don't know the band Nightwish, you can still enjoy this movie. The one thing that comes across, is that is an apologetic homage to the egocentric megalomaniacs that achieve some success in the music industry.
The story centering about a daughter dealing with her father slipping away from life, has too much of a tone of "Oh poor me, tortured soul, that no one understands me." And the rest of the characters have to go through hell to accept the apologies of the central character. **Spoiler** Daughter spends 1 hour of the movie bitching about how uncommunicative the father was towards her, and then they find some writings about how much he loved her. WHO THE HECK things that some pages a guy wrote in 5 minutes can make up for maybe 30 years of not caring for her? On top of that she has to spend lengthy hours putting the writings together? This guy should never had children in the first place!
Maybe I am biased, because I know too many of these artistic types who get married have kids, but they don't want to sacrifice anything for their children, and at the end they turn up making apologies in movies like these... And most are in the music world and in the movies industry.
Armchair psychology aside, I loved the blending of music and imagery. At times it feels like a over extended MTV video (from back when MTV used to play music videos).
But someone versed in the arts, often I had the feeling while watching this movie that the guys from Nightwish saw Pink Floyd's The Wall for the first time, and said "Heck! We can do this better... Nightwish style!!"
Although I may sound bitter, I enjoyed the imagery and the soundtrack. If you enjoyed this, you should also check out Pink Floyd's The Wall, by Alan Parker, and maybe Jesus Christ Superstar.
The story centering about a daughter dealing with her father slipping away from life, has too much of a tone of "Oh poor me, tortured soul, that no one understands me." And the rest of the characters have to go through hell to accept the apologies of the central character. **Spoiler** Daughter spends 1 hour of the movie bitching about how uncommunicative the father was towards her, and then they find some writings about how much he loved her. WHO THE HECK things that some pages a guy wrote in 5 minutes can make up for maybe 30 years of not caring for her? On top of that she has to spend lengthy hours putting the writings together? This guy should never had children in the first place!
Maybe I am biased, because I know too many of these artistic types who get married have kids, but they don't want to sacrifice anything for their children, and at the end they turn up making apologies in movies like these... And most are in the music world and in the movies industry.
Armchair psychology aside, I loved the blending of music and imagery. At times it feels like a over extended MTV video (from back when MTV used to play music videos).
But someone versed in the arts, often I had the feeling while watching this movie that the guys from Nightwish saw Pink Floyd's The Wall for the first time, and said "Heck! We can do this better... Nightwish style!!"
Although I may sound bitter, I enjoyed the imagery and the soundtrack. If you enjoyed this, you should also check out Pink Floyd's The Wall, by Alan Parker, and maybe Jesus Christ Superstar.