Film

The Whales of August

Name: The Whales of August
Genre: Drama
Released: 1987
Cast: Bette Davis, Lillian Gish, Vincent Price, Ann Sothern, Harry Carey Jr.

Family drama
Slow-burning

Two elderly sisters spend a Maine summer day together, their easy silences and careful conversations rippling with decades of shared history. Bette Davis and Lillian Gish are magnificent—watchful, funny, tender. It's a film about time and regret and the strange grace of growing old with someone who knows all your stories. Quietly devastating.

TMDb rating

3.5

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you love quiet character studies where old friendships, faded grandeur and small domestic frictions carry the weight, and you don't need much plot to be moved.

Skip it if you want things to happen, since almost nothing does beyond talk, memory and the slow rhythm of a single summer day.

What it asks of you: Patience, mostly: it runs about ninety minutes and lets its scenes breathe, so you settle into long pauses and slow exchanges rather than being pulled forward by suspense.

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But It's in Japanese, the plot is gossamer-thin, and it moves at its own meditative pace. Patience isn't optional.

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The Best Years of Our Lives1946

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A Month by the Lake1995

Uma Thurman and Edward Fox on an Italian lake, skirting around attraction and possibility, memories and loneliness. It's delicate and bittersweet, with landscape doing emotional work.

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Amarcord1973

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The Remains of the Day1993

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