Man Push Cart (review)
If you’ve forgotten — or never known — the rhythm and grace that cinema can sing with, then please, for your own sanity, see ‘Man Push Cart,’ and rediscover how achingly lovely a film can be.
If you’ve forgotten — or never known — the rhythm and grace that cinema can sing with, then please, for your own sanity, see ‘Man Push Cart,’ and rediscover how achingly lovely a film can be.
Has an abundance of charm and wisdom and heart, thanks to the appealing cast and smart script.
Hilarious, though that wasn’t the plan…
Is it possible that a movie so utterly without redemptive value, so completely, pointlessly uncalled for, can also be, you know, kinda fun?
Cuthbert picked a poor film to get behind as star and producer: it mistakes luridness for tragedy and monotony for sophistication.
Is it just me, or is there something really sweet about Mark Wahlberg? Not to suggest he’s not all manly and muscly and footbally or anything…
Fantasy like we like our movies to be, a cinematic phantasmagoria of a dream version of the past, lush, rich, ridiculously romantic…
Strangely, delicately weird but not entirely satisfying.

A superb contemporary example of cinema du serpent, wittily harkening back to its thematic progenitors, but it is a marvelous achievement in its own right, too…
There is magic here, and I don’t mean merely the magic of stage conjurers, like the character this wonderfully mysterious and dreamy film turns on. There is movie magic, of the type that reminds you why you fell in love with movies in the first place.