The only interesting thing about this dreary and pretentious piece of artsy-fartsy crap is the fact that Emma Thompson looks so much like her mother. This film is an especially egregious example of the arty-pretentious film perhaps best exemplified by "The Accidental Tourist." It moves at a glacial pace, has slow piano music on the soundtrack, and above all tries oh so hard to be "sensitive." You could probably find a better use of two hours by doing almost anything else, including staring at a wall.
Review of The Winter Guest
