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I find it hard to say what kept me watching this, as the story unfolds with no surprises and very little real suspense, no particular insight into anything. Is it perhaps that the Michael Nyqvist and Noomi Rapace are both mesmerisingly inexpressive most of the time, so any flicker of change is thrilling. The only question that really engages me afterwards is where to put the apostrophe in the title. Actually, that's not fair: the image of a gaggle of blandly respectable, ailing old men as blackhearted villains is the real take-home for me.
Clint Eastwood, Matt Damon, Cécile de France, Peter Morgan and Frankie and George Maclaren are all brilliant in this. Among others. My only misgiving is that it did seem to be taking seriously some almighty nonsense. (I was put off the TV series Medium when a friend told me that it was based on a woman who seriously claimed to converse with the dead: I had a similar unease here, but it remained an unease rather than revulsion because the human stuff was so convincing in so many ways.)
I remember thinking when I saw an earlier film by Ms Holofcener that she was like a gentile Woody Allen, a main difference being the pace. Well, I agree with myself. This was an excellent alternative to an unpromising night on TV, much more thoughtful, and funnier, than its lukewarm reviews would indicate.