A Home at The End of The World

Family can be whatever you want it to be. Saw this yesterday. I left being a bit confused as to some plot aspects (motivations, really) and wondering what would happen next in the characters' lives. We all need a place to be, someone to love, someone to be loved by. The rest is just details.

I especially likes the "kid" sections of this film - they were real characters, not just "the flashback guys". I felt like I had seen a part of the history of the film, experienced the previous lives of the two boys, rather than merely heard about it through a quick reference.

Can family really be whatever you want it to be? Not in some places. That saddens me, this zealous quest to make everything in this world more "normal". And yet normal gets weirder every day.