Month of Sundays

This modest, warmhearted character study is carried by a solid lead performance from Anthony LaPaglia, who plays a man unable to express his feelings through anything but underhanded snark.

"A Month of Sundays" is so tidily plotted, so committed to its improve-thyself epiphanies, that it never transcends its own artifice.

The film as a whole takes a well-worn trope and invests it with an unexpected emotional power.

Beautifully mounted, subtle, touching and bitter-sweet comedy drama... a thoughtful, moving, leisurely paced tale about loss and moving on.

The film is slow and boring, with the story weighed down by pointless scenes and a regular hollowness that saps the energy out of the piece.

It's a film about letting go, which may not sound very sexy, but Saville plays out this concept on a personal, intimate and relatable level that is powerful and moving.

[Director Saville has] given LaPaglia a role so good that it conjures up comparisons with his terrific work in Ray Lawrence's Lantana 15 years ago.

A quiet, tender-hearted and gently eccentric affair, the Australian-made A Month Of Sundays takes its own sweet time finding a way into your good graces.

Admirably subtle and sometimes sweetly funny.

We used to make more films like this, with a brain and a heart. Saville shows that we still can.

...looks and feels flat...

Meandering through a variety of relationship issues, A Month Of Sundays doesn't really hits its stride until the end