I had to watch THE HOLDOVERS twice to really understand my response to it and disentangle some of the heavy baggage I was bringing to the table (or holding over, so to speak). The obstacles I faced were threefold: first, the period and the hyper-real, nostalgic feeling of the film being not just about the early 70s, but kinda OF the early 70s; second, my own personal prep school experiences and those of my closest family; and finally, the wider context of the dying embers of the #MeToo movement and my perennial frustration with the lack of true accountability, real systemic change and an industry-wide reckoning (yes, I can hear you yawning and see the eye-rolling, but I am still on that!).
Loved it, saw it twice at the cinema , such a beautiful film.