The Lovely Bones
The Lovely Bones
“My name was Salmon, like the fish.
First name: Susie.
I was fourteen when I was killed, on December 6, 1973.
In the 1970s, the photos of missing girls in the newspapers all looked a lot like me: white race, mousy brown hair.
This was before the photos of children and teenagers of every race, both boys and girls, started appearing on milk cartons or stuffed into mailboxes.
It was when people still didn’t think things like this could happen.”
This is how the story of Susie begins, a young girl on the cusp of adolescence, just starting to navigate life and love, unaware of what is about to happen to her…
Susie is walking home from school, the same route, the same clothes as every other day, but this will not be a day like any other.
This will be the day Susie loses her life.
It will be the day her dreams are extinguished forever.
This is the story of how her family tries to cope with her death.
They will each try to survive in their own way: her father in his desperate search for the culprit, her mother in her desperate attempt to turn the page, to move forward somehow.
The investigation leads nowhere.
They find the place where Susie was killed, but who is the murderer? Who molested and killed the girl?
Susie’s sister, through a sort of sixth sense, will figure out who it is and will find a way to finally bring the truth to light…
Noteworthy is the ending, where a sort of divine justice evens the score.
A heartbreaking film. Often, one lacks the courage to watch it a second time. Stanley Tucci’s performance is remarkable and, in our opinion, deserved at least an Oscar.
These are the Lovely Bones that remain after someone we loved is no longer with us.
After a family has endured the most terrible thing imaginable—the loss of a daughter, especially in such a way.
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