I’ve never wanted to walk out of a movie faster and more times than this. The sigh meter is off the charts and I’ve never shaken my head so many times during a movie. 2.5 hours of beating a dead horse with unnecessary caricatures, chaotically atrocious editing, and a screenplay that tries way too hard.
Timmy’s line reading of “I fucking love fingerling potatoes” may be the best moment.
I should’ve been awarded an Oscar for having to sit through that entire movie.
Feels a bit exploitative, of the families’ sorrow, the process, the lethargic children. Wish they would’ve examined more of the connections between malnutrition and the war in Yemen besides just saying it and showing the aftermath.
Props to Dr. Aida keeping it together after that grandma- who drowned her granddaughter- kept accusing her of killing her child with spoiled milk.