With how often I’ve gotten into class divides and the
frictions between the haves and have-nots in these reviews, I get the feeling I
should have problems with this film right off the bat just on principle. Set in
the titular Northern Beaches suburb, basically one of the poshest places in my
section of the world, the story follows a group of relatively well-off older
people and their struggles with growing old and the relationships they’ve made
over their lifetimes. ‘Woes of the upper class’ is the kind of thing that should
instantly set off my bullshit detectors, and yet, that wasn’t really a problem
for me. If anything, I wish it was more egregious along those lines
because that would mean actually getting a reaction out of me.
