Film

Little Children

Name: Little Children
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 2006
Cast: Kate Winslet, Patrick Wilson, Jennifer Connelly, Gregg Edelman, Sadie Goldstein

Todd Field's aching suburban drama follows two neglected spouses drifting into an affair while a paroled sex offender's return unsettles their cul-de-sac. Deadpan narration undercuts the melodrama, turning gossip and desire into wry social comedy without losing the ache underneath. It's slow, literary, and unsparing about the loneliness inside 'good' marriages — for people who like their romance shadowed by moral discomfort and quiet dread.

TMDb rating

7.1

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