I’d like to believe kids born in this century will have far fewer daddy-issues. The general enlightenment level of modern dads is almost diametrically opposed to those of earlier generations. Baby-wearing, gentle-handed, flex-timing dads proudly put their kids first and aren’t afraid to show affection physically or verbally.
Until they’re of movie making age, however, there will be still be a plethora of daddy-issue movies. The Day I Saw Your Heart is one of the most beautiful by virtue of its unusually balanced view–and quirky plot notes.
At the outset, we firmly take Justine’s side, Eli Dhrey’s twenty-something daughter, still struggling to make sense of herself and her world. Her narcissistic sixty year old father is little more than a caricature. His announcement of a baby with his much-younger new wife demonstrates the same detachment that so damaged his first set of offspring.
Slowly, our hearts soften as we see his hapless attempts to understand and relate to women. We see his callousness more as cluelessness. No less hurtful perhaps, but at least not deliberately so. Dhrey is as much trapped by his past as his children are. Maybe, just maybe this new baby will be a chance at redemption.