Las Vegas Weekly review forthcoming. First rendition I've ever seen in which the Claudio-Hero subplot is more compelling than Beatrice and Benedick, mostly because Denisof has no fire in him whatsoever. Still, hard to screw this material up too badly. When did Fillion balloon?
The deteriorating life of a poet, depicted poetically. I've been aware of Berliner since Nobody's Business played NYFF in 1996, but I never actually saw that film, in part because it looked maudlin in bare description. But then, so does this—Berliner interviews his elderly cousin, academic Edwin Honig, over a period of years as Alzheimer's gradually robs him of his memory—and the movie itself turns out to be thrillingly experimental, tossing every disease-of-the-week convention to the four winds. Right…
The closest we've ever come to feature-length Chuck Jones. Maybe it was the disintegration of Kingdom of the Sun that facilitated such sublime anarchy—with the original project in ruins, and Disney pushing for swift completion, evidently a feeling of "why the hell not?" took over. (Why do we even have that lever?) Remnants of the usual redemptive arc are still plainly visible, but they've been papered over with so many brilliant throwaway gags and random acts of nuttiness that…