This is one of those films that sits in the, "Oh, I guess it was ok..." limbo that a lot of films of this nature fall into. I will say, though, that it's a lot less offensive than I expected going into a Brett Ratner film.
Oh, and I'm pretty sure The Rock has replaced both his arms with gigantic, throbbing, veiny penises.
First film I've honestly felt deserved five stars in almost two years, hands down one of the most meaningful and transcendent pieces of cinema I've seen in a very long time.
A masterful project from director Richard Linklater who spent 12 years with the same actors crafting a naturalistic, moving and all-too-familiar exploration of the formative years of a boys childhood. You laugh, worry and feel for these characters every step of their journey through life as Linklater seems to…
I saw this with four of my friends. One of them completely despised the film. He said he was bored through a lot of it and was majorly not impressed and even cringed through a lot of it. The other said he liked it but still didn't see how it was any better than Man of Steel which he also liked. The remaining three of us fucking loved it. There didn't even seem to be a huge logical reasoning for…