As The Whale soaks up awards, we look back at the director’s 2008 meditation on how we navigate life’s disappointments.
We open on a hulking, shirtless man reclining on a fold-out chair in a children's classroom. The chalkboard is marked with annotations. A red and yellow plastic dumptruck sits under a desk, kid's artwork on the walls. The kids ...
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