from injuries incurred during a skiing accident when her sons were still in their teens. Knowing all this adds a certain frisson to the climactic scene where father and son have it out about the different ways they handled the late woman’s death.
But the lack of finesse, in scriptwriting terms, with which the emotional punch is landed robs the scene of the impact it deserves.
Elsewhere, the yarn is more entertaining as an uber-bougie slice of property porn about the two men bonding as they fix up, with ludicrously obvious symbolism, the palatial Tuscan house they inherited from Jack’s late mother.
Jack, it transpires, wants to sell the place so he can buy an art gallery he ran for his own ex-wife’s family. Gallery: Women's Prize for Fiction.
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