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Closed Caption; Deleted scenes with optional director commentary; The Story of Dear Frankie; Feature commentary with director; Interview with director; Dolby Digtal 5.1 surround sound; Widescreen (1.85:1) - enhanced for 16x9 televisions; French language track; Spanish subtitles
Full Product DetailsSide #1 --
1. Moving Again [6:27]
2. Stamps & Secrets [8:18]
3. New Friends [4:37]
4. The Bet [5:54]
5. Mommy's Wardrobe [6:00]
6. Looking for a Man [6:42]
7. The Stranger [9:05]
8. Winning the Bet [5:54]
9. A Day With Dad [11:22]
10. Flesh & Blood [5:22]
11. One More Day [10:24]
12. We're All Connected [9:39]
13. Obituary [8:22]
14. Last Letter [3:49]
15. End Credits [2:39]
It’s refreshing, now and then, to watch a movie that tells its story simply and quietly and still manages to keep its viewers riveted to the screen without resorting to explosions, shootouts, sexual innuendo, or bathroom humor. Dear Frankie is just such a movie, one of the most affecting stories in many a moon. The eponymous protagonist is a deaf nine-year-old boy (skillfully played by Jack McElhone) being raised by his mother, Lizzie (Emily Mortimer), and grandmother Nell (Mary Riggins). Lizzie fled her abusive husband years ago, when Frankie was just a baby, and she explains away the father’s absence by telling the boy that his father is a sailor on a freighter, the Accra, and is away at sea. Frankie writes letters to his dad that Lizzie surreptitiously intercepts and answers, maintaining the fiction that his father still cares about him. When a real freighter named Accra unexpectedly docks in Glasgow, Lizzie scrambles to find a sailor willing to impersonate the errant father for one day and meet the expectant boy. Gerard Butler plays the Stranger, who accepts the assignment on the strength of Lizzie’s promise to pay and assumes the missing dad’s name (Davey). He brings unusual depth to a character that, on paper, is something of a cipher. Andrea Gibb’s script is appealingly simple, and director Shona Auerbach elicits from the principal players subtle performances that convey a wealth of emotion with pregnant pauses, knowing looks, and evocative body language. In lesser hands this material might easily have become maudlin or saccharine, but Auerbach restrains her cast and keeps the narrative moving in a straight line at all times without resorting to hackneyed devices designed to get the audience’s tear ducts flowing. This simplicity of treatment and directness of purpose makes Dear Frankie a joy to watch -- such elemental, uncluttered storytelling is seldom seen these days. It’s a pleasure to know that some filmmakers still hold it dear. Ed Hulse, Barnes & Noble
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