Billy Eichner’s gay romantic comedy is a lot of things. It’s funny, it’s sweet, it’s bold and it is purposely very much of the moment. And while some may celebrate its very existence, what I appreciated the most were some of the quieter, more unexpected notes, observations that don’t take a pass on the truth of LGBTQ+ life as it is, right now.
There’s something interesting buried deep in this utopian mystery. But watching the Hitchcockian thriller without Hitchcock pulling the strings made me feel as if I didn’t give a spit.
Movie capers are fun. Fletch, the mystery novel and film adaptation series, is fun. Happily, the newest spin on all of this, well that’s fun, too.
This quiet yet profound documentary stands not only as a heartbreaking reflection on the Holocaust, but also a testament to the power of film, even those little home movies so many of us have tucked away in a close
God bless Diane Keaton, whose very exuberant appearance in this ohso slight rom-com disproves just about all of the Life Lessons the movie is trying to impart.
You have to feel for the team tasked with bringing this immensely popular novel to the screen. Because I can’t help but assume this movie will leave fans disappointed. And I’m not quite sure why anyone else would be excited about seeing it at all.
Thanks to some slyly plush storytelling and even better performances from Lesley Manville and Isabelle Huppert, what could have sufficed as a sweet charmer delivers a whole lot more.
I wanted to see this estranged father daughter drama because I am a long time fan of Thomas Haden Church. I come away from it now also a big fan of Dianna Agron.
As much as I wanted to enjoy this modest production about the most immodest thing of all, sexuality, I couldn’t help but feel a little let down.
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