Edward Zwick - the master of mediocre direction, mushy sentiments and poor storytelling; the movie's redeeming value wholely hinges on its quality performances
Some days the sunsets would be purple and pink. And some days they were a blazing orange setting fire to the clouds on the horizon. It was during one of those sunsets that my father's idea of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts moved from my head to my heart.