The balance of tenderness in How to Make a Million Dollars Before Grandma Dies without relaying on manipulation is perfect. Most directors wouldn’t be able to achieve this.
I can’t the last film that made me feel this way, but just like in the film and in a harmonic “life imitates art” we, as humans, usually forget a lot of relevant things. I don’t want to get into details in order to avoid possible spoilers and probably the best…