"Hey, listen, Roxette's on and good part's coming up, can I call you back?"
This film packs in way too many meet-cutes and self-aware lines of dialogue, but it's stunning to look at. A decent enough way to spend 90 minutes, but at a certain point it gets overly self-impotant and up itself.
I really relate to that Roxette line, though.
After watching this all I wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed with my Mum and cuddle the shit out of her.
A beautiful look at the relationship between a young man and his dying mother. Milennials are often accused of not caring about anything, and from the hipsters I often find myself surrounded with in my private life and at work (I work at an arthouse cinema), you start fearing that's the case. Here, the core of…
What a shitfest. I would probably have liked this film better if it had been about a cat. Or, hell, even about that goose that walks around on the farm at the beginning of this film. That was a great goose.
For a film called 'War Horse', it takes a long time for the 'war'-element to enter, so for the first 50 minutes, it's mainly 'horse' - and I happened to skip the horse part in my coming of age.…
What an absolutely lovely film. From the poster and the fact that I had heard nothing about this, I kind of feared the worst, thinking it might just be another mumblecore-y, twee-y comedy, but instead it feels fresh, relatable and genuine. It's relatively mild on the quirky front, which is an absolute blessing. It's content very much equal to style, which seems a rare thing in the world of American indies these days.
Jemaine Clement stars as a graphic novelist…