Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist (review)
It’s like *Ferris Bueller’s Night Out,* but way less snarky and way sweeter, and the whole gang is Ferris.
It’s like *Ferris Bueller’s Night Out,* but way less snarky and way sweeter, and the whole gang is Ferris.
You could almost call it, *Where Do Dreams Go to Die?,* this satire that’s so insightful about art and hope and ambition and enthusiasm — and their flip sides of anger and frustration and embarrassment and derailment — that it’s actually painful at times.