I am cynical by nature. But I am particularly cynical of Australia films. Often they are gritty and raw, but to the point of being over the top.Until the second half of this film, this was just a better than ordinary Aussie film. But Frances O'Connor made this into something other worldly in my opinion. The final scene was haunting but showed what a real shift in a persons perspective might look like. When she danced, filling the screen, I admit that it overwhelmed me. I felt her pain and changed my own view of her as a cold, selfish woman and mother to someone capable of deep, deep love.I've always thought that there is no real way to gauge excellent acting and so thought awarding an actress/actor on their performances was simply a matter of large-scale ego-stroking; but I have changed my mind in this case. I am left wondering why this movie totally missed an Oscar nod, particularly considering the lacklustre nominees of the 2010 Oscars.(And I thought the rest of the cast did a great job too)

This ageing reviewer usually flies straight into print after seeing a film, but Blessed provoked thought and discussion. Kokkinos has made a reverential tribute to Akira Kurosawa, who half-a-century ago made Rashomon. Maybe Kurosawa was not the first to use the dramatic overlays and interlinks of groups of people to puzzle and then mystify the audience. But he surely perfected it, and Kokkinos applies the technique to effect. Some might see a resemblance to the various versions of La Ronde, and we do expect to see the characters meet towards the finish. The characters are admirably rendered by a great cast, and I think the casting agent deserves credit for persuading such top performers to appear in such a difficult play. It is difficult to pick out any one as outstanding, but Otto's scream was electrifying. Does anyone remember the screams in Rashomon?

Anna Kokkinos extracts excellent performances from her actors - particularly the young ones. Even actors like Deborah Lee-Furness and Miranda Otto, whom I usually find dull, shine in this heavy-handed plodder with a multi-strand plot about three dysfunctional families. There are a few admirable moments, when there is little or no dialogue - Miranda Otto dancing; and a scene in which she and William McInnes meet at a bar - beautifully played. But when characters say things like ' You never touch me' (really!) ..what is there for the audience to discover? There is also a scene in which an elderly woman faces a young housebreaker - it absolutely creaks with clichéd sub-Pinter ponderousness, as does much of this worthy portrait of working-class suffering, produced by the comfortable bourgeoisie. However the most pernicious moral aspect of this piece is that, of the three mothers who face possible tragedy, it is the 'bad' mother who cops it. Apparently the catering during the production of this movie was excellent, so you can rest assured that no-one involved in its making actually suffered.

I totally disagree with the first review of Blessed. I found the film utterly absorbing and very moving and I was totally caught up in the unfolding dramas of the children's (and their mothers') lives. I don't agree that the story was clichéd or the characters one-dimensional. Other members of my film discussion group said the same thing - not one person found fault with the film. It was bleak and sad but certainly spoke to me as a mother and former teacher. The young actors who played the children were marvellous and the adult actors played their parts in a very low-key and realistic way. I barely registered the fact that some of them were among Australia's top actors. As I came out of the cinema I was thinking, 'There but for the grace of god go I...' Anna Kokkinos has done a wonderful job. The cinema I saw it in was full, and at the end hardly anybody left while the end credits were rolling (most unusual). You could have heard a pin drop. I highly recommend this film.