There is no fierce conflict in the whole film, only the narration. Almost made a feature film into a documentary.
An ancient family, after entering modern society, has children scattered all over the world, three children, one in New York, one in China, and one in Paris. After the death of the old grandmother, the old house in the country was left untouched. What is even more ridiculous is that it is difficult for children to inherit the things in the old house. Because there are works of art masters everywhere, furniture and flower-arrangement bottles are priceless. If you keep them yourself, you will need to pay a large inheritance tax, so the best strategy is to donate to art museums.
The actors are almost the characters themselves, with no trace of the performance at all.
Long story, long aftertaste.
View more about Summer Hours reviews
