
Great Expectations (London Film Festival review)
I love it when a film that is “supposed” to be all stuffy and classic turns out to be this electric and alive…

I love it when a film that is “supposed” to be all stuffy and classic turns out to be this electric and alive…
Finds dark humor in brutal bloody murder: a delightful surprise of wicked, outrageous hilarity…

Sometimes uncomfortable, often funny, and always electrifying. Plays like a gentle sendup of romantic comedies fueled by a restless, blunt anti-charm and irascible honesty about wants and needs.
The world’s most insipid vampires are back in inaction! Twilight has never been more about people standing around waiting for stuff to happen to them…
Socialism as cool and sexy and radical? Is this a fantasy realm? No, it’s 250 years ago.
The rather depressingly realistic approach to adult relationships is, perhaps ironically, the best reason to see this hard-edged drama…

Insanely grand… My god, I love this movie. It’s every movie. It’s the ultimate movie.
Two separate tales of FDR that are certainly worthy of in-depth explorations on their own are mashed together in a way that is ridiculous and which gives both of them a short shift that neither deserves.
Ruby may be the most odious Manic Pixie Dream Girl ever, because she is a not-real woman, so we cannot even console ourselves with the notion that she has her own independent existence apart from Calvin.

Lends a fresh depth of honesty and intimacy to a story that feels familiar on the surface but has rarely been plumbed with such insight or candor.