There’s a line that Bobby Cannavale delivers to his autistic son in the new movie Ezra, the gist of which is that everything isn’t going to be pretty in life. How true, how true, which is the beauty of the movie Ezra. Other essential honest possibilities occurred:
Robert De Niro’s character can be a jerk Dad. Rose Byrne’s mother character can go overboard and conveniently leave things out of a story to police in order to save face. Ezra can like parts of his Dad but also parts of his Mom.
The humanity embedded in Tony Spiridakis’s film, directed by Tony Goldwyn (who also co-stars as the ex-s boyfriend), is portrayed with mastery (85%) accuracy by the aforementioned actors. Rainn Wilson and Vera Farmiga are also excellent in minor roles. Last, but certainly not least, William A. Fitzgerald is wonderful as a boy on the autism spectrum simply because he’s an astute young man on the autism spectrum.
My only difficulties were minor, a few false notes of Bobby Cannavale and the soundtrack which I thought was much too schmaltzy. But the character’s natural arcs and the love presented on screen outweigh any of those minor misses.
And kudos to you if you got my poet reference.
