Pearl Diver (review)
Here’s a rare treat for anyone looking to be surprised by a movie.
Here’s a rare treat for anyone looking to be surprised by a movie.
As undemanding family fare goes, the best you can hope for is that you don’t want to shoot yourself when it’s over, and by that measure, this gentle if unprepossessing flick succeeds.
Why don’t we get movies that acknowledge the deeply weird wonderfulness of all this chaotic and confusing and hilarious life stuff? Are there any adults anywhere today?
It’s really hard to like a character when his own movie makes fun of him.
So a martial-arts-mad teen from South Boston goes into a Chinatown pawn shop, see. It’s pretty much the same little-bit-scary, little-bit-cool, loaded-with-interesting-old-junk Chinatown pawn shop that Hoyt Axton went into in *Gremlins* and came out with the cute, cuddly Mogwai, so you know some weird shit is in the offing.
It’s apeshit crazy nuttiness right from the opening moments of *Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed*…
I’ve been seesawing with myself on Street Kings since… well, since I was sitting in the screening room watching it. It’s not an easy movie to recommend — I can’t honestly be totally gung-ho on it — but it’s not an easy movie to dismiss, either.
Oh dear god yes, this is a *liberal* movie, in that it does not pretend that things aren’t exactly the way they are…
Jim Sturgess is gonna be a huge star, mark my words. Maybe not for this movie, though…
A film that sharper and savvier about love and romance and sex, in all its many diverse expressions, than most…