As I saw the playbill, I decided I really had to watch “This must be the place”. Sean Penn with a tousled black wig, dark eyeliner and red lipstick: simply unmissable.
Cheyenne is a 50-years-old retired rock star that still makes up every day as he did in his 20s. Bored, depressed and constantly dazed for the drugs he has taken in his past, he lives in a rich villa in Dublin and hobbles around dragging an inconvenient shopping trolley.
No interests, no vitality, no passion. His hilariously masculine wife Jane, a low-target Latin lover, a depressed friend and her teenage daughter are the only contacts he has with the world.
For the first half of the movie, I was impatient and unsatisfied, because the only liveliness came from a peppy Frances McDormand, in the part of Cheyenne’s wife, who works as a firewoman and destroys him when they play pelota in the empty pool of their garden.
But eventually peace changed: Cheyenne goes to visit his dying father in New York, but arrives too late. After 30 years of missing, he finds out that his dad was obsessed with a nazi-man who humiliated him in a concentration camp, and decides to take over the search.
