Frequency

Frequency is a good family movie. The plot of the film does not poorly use the time loop method. Yes, the film does not seem realistic from a scientific point of view, but there are the foundations of a detective thriller. Nice movie to watch with your family.

story is not usual, the story picks you up from here to north lights with these radio frequency. but the film goes down with some scenes, If I need to talk about general, nice! you should watch

This film is a family drama in which a son communicates with his father, dead for years, through a radio that, through some mysterious means and that the film does not clarify much, opens a temporary portal or something. All those who say this seems implausible have reason to say it, and I understand that because I also thought so. The problem with the script is that it has its origin in such a weak premise because otherwise the story is profound, touching and so pleasing that the logical weakness of the story ends up being forgiven. The characters are also easily appealing and pleasing, being well developed from the psychological point of view. Dennis Quaid and Jim Caviezel are the main actors of the cast and have lived up to expectations, achieving a very pleasant bond between them. The rest of the cast virtually does what it has to do and nothing else.

Has a good heart and decent acting but the film is virtually a series of plot-holes.

ue to the inexplicable appearance of the aurora borealis over Queens, a New York cop is able to communicate via ham radio with his long-dead father, thirty years in the past. Completely ignoring the warnings of Doc Brown and Marty McFly, he immediately spoils the upcoming World Series and dozens of important life moments for his father, before the two decide to pair up in the hunt for an unresolved string of historical murders. Frequency can't decide if it wants to embrace the sappy paternal bonding thing or chase a more suspenseful path, and its main plot mechanism is clunky, under-explained and inconsistent. It's also a routinely telegraphed story, from beginning to end, with a narrow scope that limits its potential escape routes and an heavy overdose of father-son baseball allegories. Hackneyed, hammy and haphazard, this one plays like a bloated sci-fi short story in desperate need of revision.