ADELAIDE real estate agent Frank Mollard’s (Anthony LaPaglia) is in a mid-life funk.
Post-divorce, his teenage son difficult to relate to, work is a dreary routine; Frank is moving through life in a bit of a haze, his speech barely above a mumble, and his languid demeanour a clear indication.
A wrong number phone call one night from elderly lady Sarah (Julia Blake), who sounds like his dead mum, prompts Frank to hang out with the stranger on the phone.
Frank pops over to Sarah’s for cups of tea, chats and weekend roasts, much to the suspicion of her son Damien (Donal Forde), setting Frank on a path of making things right with himself, ex-wife Wendy (Justine Clarke) and son Frank Jnr (Indiana Crowther).
A story of chance, regret, redemption and acceptance, A Month of Sundays offers a mix of the familiar with the quirky.
The central plot point that sets everything in motion is not the most believable, but if you are willing to suspend disbelief and go along, it is possible to become quite invested in Frank’s story and journey.
Writer/director Matthew Saville favours long scenes captured with a softly gliding camera, resulting in many hypnotic exchanges between characters, who are given the luxury of having the space to breathe in this story.
A backyard conversation and sprinkler evasion between Frank and his boss Phillip Lang (John Clarke) plays out in real time without edits, to hilarious effect.
While the humour is consistent, and at times appearing to be the sole focus, the emotionally darker themes also run deep throughout, for a nuanced experience.
A Month of Sundays (PG)
Directed by: Matthew Saville
Starring: Anthony LaPaglia, Julia Blake, Justine Clarke
Review by: Julian Wright
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