The American-born son of Indian immigrants strives to fit in among his fellow New Yorkers despite his family's unwillingness to let go of their traditional ways.
Mira Nair, who directed the perfect and underrated The Namesake and the charming and underrated Queen of Katwe, hasn’t done much since no one seemed interested in one of Lupita Nyong’o’s best performances to date.
This is Fogelman’s The Book of Henry, the movie that made us all realize, “Ugh, Colin Trevorrow, NO.” Fogelman applies all of his most melodramatic twists and turns to Life Itself, all of his attempts at making us cry and wail and sob, and I — the person who cried at that Nike ad, at every single A Star is Born trailer, and whenever I even think about The Namesake — was utterly unmoved.
We've seen the clash of cultures many times in films like "The Namesake", but I can't think of any other in the genre that leaves as much of an impression.
Yes, that's Irrfan Khan as the father, and watching him, I couldn't help but think of another 2007 movie that started in India on a train, Mira Nair's "The Namesake," and its accounting of what this kind of loss really means to family.