A tough but rewarding film, “The Sunday Sessions” doesn’t provide easy answers. Some people may see this as condoning conversion therapy when, in reality, it’s a harsh critique. This therapy doesn’t do anything for the subject besides feed into their delusions. It’s a sad film in that the subject’s love for life appears to be sniffed out in the final, powerful monologue.
Marred by substandard acting, copycat directing and too many beginnings, this film succeeds only in making one realize how good the other films were.
Persobally, I've never seen a movie that started so many times.
First scene: Superfluous character A introduced, dead. Runtime: ~5 minutes
Second scene: Supporting character A introduced. Runtime: ~5 minutes
Third scene: Main character A/B introduced
Technically amazing but narratively flawed, the film reaches a fever pitch of ridiculousness early on and doesn't let up. Diesel impresses and Theron disappoints. The real surprise of the movie is the chemistry between The Rock and Statham. The strangest thing about the movie is it's willingness to forgive characters and make them likable. Statham's character KILLED a series regular and he's practically redeemed by the end. Very odd.