At once both disturbingly and bitingly accurate, and reassuring and soothing, The Father is the portrayal of a collection of snapshots of the lives of Anthony, and his daughter Anne as Anthony struggles to cope with his failing memory and perceptions. That’s all. But Anthony’s predicament is portrayed with such empathy and accuracy, ie things are what they are and he must find his place within the changing world of sadly, later life dementia. We don’t know if Anthony’s successful in this, if he manages to reconcile his demons, his unhappy memories, with - well, with existence. In the end I think that’s all that any of us can do, and aspire to, within whatever circumstances we find ourselves.
A well deserved 10 from me.