Two women in their fifties, each on one side of the Channel, suddenly become widows, unwittingly linked by the death of … a same man, who hid his double life from them. The legitimate wife, learning of the existence of the mistress, decides to go to meet her. Rainy fall Sundays were arguably invented to give an old drama like this a chance, the plot of which seems to generate its own Pithetes. Modest, it goes without saying, intimate, with a taste for clashes with covered words, the unspoken which, backed by cultural prejudices, engender misunderstandings – that is to say Wife, Muslim and veiled, passes for a domestic worker in the eyes of the mistress, who hires her in her service. We have the impression of having seen this arsenal of discreet emotions a thousand times before, locked in a scenario that even a strong staging (which the film sorely lacks) would have struggled to make memorable.

At the end of Flag day, we can guess what interested Sean Penn in this (true) story of a petty crook, John Vogel, counterfeiter and bank robber, who conceals his illicit activities. Equal to those close to him, until his daughter, who has become a journalist, understands who he really is: the idea of ​​existence and of life. a filial bond based on lies and false sincerity, as well as a bleak vision of American success. Taking the role of the father, entrusting that of the daughter Jennifer Vogel (author of the adapted book) to her daughter Dylan Penâ ?? ¦