the house in 'summer hours' tells the story of every house. through the years every life collects objects associated with it. at the end you are left with a collection of artefacts valuable and mundane, each with its own stories and mythologies that inevitably get passed on to the next generation. these fragments don't mean the same thing to the new owner anymore and should they? every generation makes its own stories shaped only through a refracted history. when the exquisite furniture and art of a house is auctioned off some of the family try and hold on to the past while others move away. unlike other family dramas there is no collection here of eccentric types. instead ordinary people try and deal with their futures while trying to come to terms with the pasts. at the end a coda of sorts replays a fun filled summer day in the beginning. a birthday party. bittersweet beauty.
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