Lies My Father Told Me

Some comments have pointed out that this is a movie that takes the child's POV. Well, that's true, but many films have done that and the tale they've told is sad (Ponette) or even harrowing (À ma soeur!). What this film captures is the divine reality that children and some adults are in contact with. It also relates the many other parts of a boy's role in a struggling Jewish Canadian family of the 20's, and does that quite well.

However, the mystery at the heart of life, the divine connection, that's what this film depicts best.

Alas, it's never been released in ANY consumer format! Who do we talk to about this injustice!

Great sets and costumes from the '20s, wonderful tender story about a young Jewish boy in Canada and his old-world Grandpa and more modern parents, and some really good acting--except from the one actor who needed to deliver an awesome performance. Jeff Lynas, the kid playing the central character, David, is so bad he brings down the whole production. He can't seem to offer any emotion at all when he speaks; he's monotonally reading his lines as he delivers them. Just hellaciously, frighteningly bad acting. I gave this a 6 because everything else was so good, particularly the sets and Len Birman's performance as David's pie-in-the-sky up-to-date father, but it'd take an act of God for me to sit through anything else Lynas is in.

Ted Allen's potent autobiographical memoirs of his childhood and growing up with close ties to his Grandfather - has been lovingly brought to the screen through the diligent efforts of producer Harry Gulkin. Gulkin, along with others who saw the value and potential of this profound relationship worked diligently over years to bring this story to the screen. Jeffrey Lynas, the amazing lad who carries his difficult role as if it's unfolding before the cameras earns his Award nomination fully. It's a credit to the artistry of Award winning Czechoslovakian director Jan Kadar (the shop on Main Street '65) who has infused such identifiable life experience into the already powerful, Oscar nominated script - the viewer can't help but identify with so much of the richly unfolding emotions.

Believable harsh locations and others of a grand natural beauty give the audience a contrast that helps to express the difficulty of living poor, and the longing for something better. Natural performances carry us through all the everyday difficulties of growing up in a close community - highlighting the diverse issues and human challenges that exist with such environments. Once black banned composer Sol Kaplan, creates a sensitive musical soundscape complete with a thoughtful song catching the essence of the story.

There's much to be admired by lovers of quality cinema and especially those with keenly observed memories of growing up in a diverse, multi-generational household. Marvellous character actor Yossi Yadin (Fiddler on the Roof) portrays the lads kindly and 'unorthodox'/orthodox, junk collector Grandfather with a strong warm performance. The intro and final scenes will find a place in your memory forever.

It's easy to see why people say they hate Canadian movies when you see a film like Lies My Father Told Me. This goes back to the infancy of Canadian cinema, and there's been a huge improvement in Canadian film over the last two decades. It's actually not a bad film; the problem is, Lies My Father Told Me is not for every taste. No Indiana Jones, the family drama about Montreal Jews will turn away most of the audience. And, the audience that stays will notice the flaws and end up divided too.

Lies My Father Told Me starts off promisingly; it looks like an interesting coming-of-age story, though by the end when we realize the climactic battle is over moving a stable, the feeling of dullness sets in. Even before then, the performances are sorely lacking, particularly in the boy who can only shout out excitedly, the father who can't rage right, and the young prostitute ("Kiss my Royal Canadian ***!") The grandfather's song about the Messiah coming is excruciating and feels out of place (By this point of time, we weren't excepting a musical, and the end credit song is nails on a chalkboard as well). For the Montreal Jew story in 1970s cinema, it's no wonder critics preferred The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz.

Thoroughly agree with the previous reviewer. Indeed, Jeffrey Lynas' acting was so awful that I was exultant when his dad gave him a whuppin and outraged when Saintly Grandpa stopped it. And when you find yourself out of sympathy with the film's hero and identifying with the antagionist then it's time to pull the plug, which I did shortly thereafter. C minus.