Critic Reviews

Piccoli gives one of the most nuanced performances of his distinguished career, but the primary star of the movie is de Oliveira, who unfolds the story with unfailing skill and sensitivity.

Elusive and elliptical as it is, this is one of the most accessible films in Oliveira's recent repetoire.

The confusing, demanding role finally brings the actor home, and us with him.

One of the most beautiful of all recent films on the problems of old age -- and on the interplay of theater and life.

Simple, yet quietly astonishing film.

I’m Going Home is as much an ambiguous poem to Paris as it is a study in artistic and physical mortality, and an elegy for a more decent past as it gives way to a brassier, more corrupt new century.

The result is something as original as it is unlikely: a study in grief that is flooded with happiness.

Viewers who come to this delicate creation with expectations of just another quaint or sad story are in for a surprise.

By far the most approachable of the director's recent films, with an emotional depth that's true to life and a streamlined narrative that for long stretches barely contains a word.

Gives you the steady pulse of life in a beautiful city viewed through the eyes of a character who, in spite of tragic loss and increasing decrepitude, knows in his bones that he is one of the luckiest men alive.