A Month of Sundays

mmt872-flatpack1***1/2 (out of five)

Frank (Anthony LaPaglia), a middle-aged Adelaide real estate agent, is drowning in a funky stew of self-loathing, grief, abandonment issues, loneliness and regret. It is entirely possible he’s become clinically depressed. His Sunday routine of showing modest suburban houses has lost any jazz it may have once held for him, and even when one of his offerings achieves a staggering result, his resultant smile only just manages to crack across his stony, downcast face. He’s a bit of a mess, albeit in a quiet, contemplative way. Then a strange phone call offers him a chance for… yep. Redemption.

Matthew Saville’s script is simultaneously modest and wildly ambitious, and he shoots it with quiet, understated precision. He’s a terrific director; this is his third feature, and his first two, Noise and Felony, were both fantastic. All three films value character first and foremost, but each also has a plot that is original and surprising. A Month of Sundays is, in terms of production elements, by far the “smallest” of the three, but its themes are grand. In a nutshell, 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. He examines with acute clarity the parent / child bond in a very fresh way: when was the last time you saw a film that dealt with middle-aged people and their parents?

John Clarke plays Frank’s boss, Phillip, and every scene between the two of them is a masterpiece of comedic performance, writing and direction. Clarke is one of the most naturally funny performers on the planet and his scenes are so good, you miss him when he’s gone, which does have the slightly wayward effect of highlighting the sadness permeating the rest of the story: when Phillip’s on screen, A Month of Sundays is a comedy, but when he’s not, it’s very much a drama, even a tragedy.

I found myself squirming through the film’s third act, as it seemed to lose momentum, at times becoming almost still. But there hasn’t been a waking hour since I saw it that I haven’t thought about it. It’s a very adult film, and it’s doing very, very well (in a relative, modest context) among older Australian audiences; the first screening I tried to attend, on a Sunday at 1:30pm, was sold out, and the next, at the same time on the Monday, was full of, well… old people. Which is not to say that it doesn’t play fair to all, but I suspect to relate to Frank, Phillip and the rest of the film’s characters you’ll need to at least have middle age somewhere on the horizon. If you’ve recently experienced any of Frank’s life-altering events, it’s possible that this film will move you in staggering ways.

Incidentally, Sydney audiences will be tickled – or perhaps dismayed – by the absurdly low prices the Adelaide houses in the film are being sold for.

3 thoughts on “A Month of Sundays

  1. Great review thanks. I was quite impressed with this film also and my reviews concludes “…it stands out as a thoughtful and well-acted portrait of an emotionally convoluted archetypal Australian male who exists just this side of clinical depression.” I’d love you to drop in for a read.

    1. I did. Looks like we were very much on the same page about this one. I stuck around and read your review of F F Jenkins – glad I did as I wasn’t looking forward to it and now I am.

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