Review: A memory both burning and fading in ‘Aftersun’
Associated PressIf one were to rank the most difficult adolescent age, 11 may not be the first but it is certainly up there. In “ Aftersun,” writer-director Charlotte Wells invites the audience to go back to that age, in memory at least, with Sophie, age 11, and her father Calum, almost age 31, on holiday at a resort in Turkey. Young fathers, especially the single sort, don’t get a lot of love from the movies and “Aftersun” is partly an ode to that very specific, very sweet bond between father and pre-teen daughter that both kind of understand will change into something else soon. “Aftersun” doesn’t play like a traditional narrative, Wells and cinematographer Gregory Oke bring you into a kind of dream state. This is a collage of emotion pieced together from photographs, a souvenir rug, shaky home videos in which someone is inevitably sulking or protesting the video, the mind, of course, and the horrible/wonderful songs of that summer, like Bran Van 3000’s “Drinking in L.A.” or the Macarena.