Winter passing, sounds like a bleak title. Actually it describes a begining , an ending and another begining. Or more aptly a twilight between seasons. Director Adam Rapp must have known this as he began to gather his cast together since the appropriate gravitas would have to sit lightly on what is essentially a story of rebirth. But what I think Rapp missed is that winter itself suggests rebirth. The intangible quality of snow, the fragility of ice and the wind which is not a constant but an ebb and flow, as at home carrying the warmth of summer as it is being a metaphor for the way time carries away the things we hold dear.
Boring and manipulatively emotional. I love Zooey Deschanel, but I have no need for a character who slams her hands in drawers and drowns animals for no reason.
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