An American father travels to France to recover the body of his estranged son who died while traveling "El camino de Santiago" from France to Santiago de Compostela (Spain).
If you’re looking for a quiet, contemplative film, then this is the way to go.
First The Way Back, now The Way: since when did walking become a spectator sport? Give Mr Sheen his due though – he invests a long journey with heart and sole.
Gentle, likable and profoundly touching, it makes you want to dig out the hiking boots and make the same journey.
It's got its share of hokey moments but Martin Sheen's performance is touching.
The film becomes lovable, like a naif precocious son who expatriates about things he doesn't understand but has picked up from O and A levels.
Sheen, who is in virtually every scene, somehow manages to hold together this sincere, well-intentioned but unlikely film.
It’s Sheen who sets the tone and pace, leading his character, and the audience, to a place of wonder and calm.
Alternately rewarding and tedious journey.
It's a well-intentioned and nicely performed piece.
It’s a film of foothills, not peaks.
Writer and director Emilio Estevez has turned a decent idea into a foolish, sentimental piece of hokum.
Beyond the occasional beautiful background shot of the surrounding countryside, the film fails to make a compelling case for why we're being asked to join him on this particular trip.
If films were judged on the sincerity of their directors' good intentions, then The Way would be getting rave reviews...the sad fact is, though, that if you judge The Way on the quality of the finished product, there's less to applaud.
It looks good, is occasionally touching, always over-explicit, and usually predictable.
Made with great sincerity and charm, even if dramatically it meanders rather too purposelessly at times.
The Way: interview with Martin Sheen and Emilio Estevez
The Way to nowhere
General release. Check local listings for show times.