Surprisingly sterile. The good guy fights his battles day-by-day like a saint but holds no regard for religion. He has his drawbacks such as working too much, distancing after the death of his daughter, and generally disregarding the realities of his life and that of his family. The climax is certainly meant to be the last twenty minutes which is so telegraphed as to be pedantic. Further, any man who fights a political battle in an unsafe political area draws his own death. Why not move to one of the other countries he visited in his life? Death is the theme of this movie from the beginning as zeal and ideals make way for the hubris of the good guy gone critically missing from anything meaningful, that lasts.
Review of Memories of My Father
