Towelhead (review)
That extreme rarity of American film: a movie that is about a teenage girl’s fumblings through the confusions of early adolescence…
That extreme rarity of American film: a movie that is about a teenage girl’s fumblings through the confusions of early adolescence…
No actor has ever looked less comfortable in a Nazi uniform than Viggo Mortensen does…
Oh my god, it’s finally happened: Someone made *Hey You Kids Get Off My Lawn: The Motion Picture.*
People sitting around looking at books? How does that become cinematic? But this is tougher: a movie about secrets.
So it’s just like this crazy life thing, you know? You’re born, you do some stuff, maybe if you’re lucky you fall in love with the same person who falls in love with you — at the same time that person falls in love with you — and then you die.
Passionate performances aside, there’s an odd dispassion to this stage-to-screen adaptation of the Pulitzer Prize-winning play of the same name.
Some people like ambiguity from their movies. Others, not so much.
Before he was Mickey “the idiot” Smith on *Doctor Who* — though not long before — actor Noel Clarke wrote a script for a movie about how urban London teenagers really live.
It’s billed as a ‘Hitchcockian thriller,’ but frankly I see nothing either Hitchcockian nor thrilling this same-old Gallic tale…
Brilliant, provocative, wonderfully innovative…