The Glass Castle is somehow supposed to make us feel nostalgic. We are supposed to feel moved by this man who is “eccentric” and homeless and takes his children from place to place often with no medical care or food. We are supposed to be awed by his mystical words and his priceless ramblings about how the stars are more important than going to school. The mother felt it was ok to be so “artistic” that her paintings were more important than feeding her children. The family reminisces about how they all stuck together and all the fun times they had. It is somehow supposed to be a profound revelation to the viewer that we MUST remember the tiny morsels of good and forget all of the bad. Ahhh dad was just a drunk and spent his money on cigarettes instead of actually buying his kids shoes but he had some great words of wisdom on them world. He was dreamer, yippy. They show the real family at the end of the movie laughing about how they got stars in the sky for christmas because they had no money as if any of this movie is something to laugh about. I’m supposed to feel happy for them that they had the ability to live in a dysfunction family with a dysfunctional life in an illusion and just accept? Just be happy anyway?
This movie nauseated me. There was no honor, no true parenting, no real love. This movie makes a mockery out of what family should be. Why did this true story make it into the theaters? Why do people want to glorify injustices against children?
I give this movie 2 thumbs down. And I am no movie reviewer. And someone may think why on earth am I writing a movie review on a blog about abuse?
Because the movie was triggering. The movie made me think about how many people have told me that the bad needs to just be let go and I need to remember the good. Now the bad has no impact and no ramifications. How I should just focus on the good times and give no validation to the desolation I felt over the bad times.
There is no laughing around a table for me.
Maybe the rest of my family is laughing around their table.
Infact I am sure of it. This past thanksgiving they all had a hell of a time laughing and living that life they chose to live that did not include any glimmer of actual reality.
Posh lives. Rich lives. Empty souls.
It must be nice to have the luxury to pretend. Nothing happened to them so they get to. I don’t have that luxury. I have no luxury.
Yeah so I hated that movie. If you’ve been abused or abandoned or neglected I would say stay far far away from that movie. The end.