More and more, this film sticks to my bones, and haunts me in the shower, and creeps into the simpliest moments.
You know those Sunday nights where you want to watch a Spanish drama, but your love muffin wants to watch "Why Him?" with James Franco, so, somehow you settle on something totally random, and you're both left unfulfilled?
This was essentially "Ghostbusters" -- but with a young, magical, able-bodied (yet slightly autistic) Stephen Hawking leading the cast. While I appreciated elements of the narrative, I can only describe it as a snooze fest.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
1) I will never tire of Mike Mills' narrative stylings. They are affecting, regardless of their slight shortcutting. They create scale, nostalgia, and perspective, even in the smallest stories.
2) Any film that depicts a 15-year-old boy passionately explaining the benefits of clitoral stimulation is a service to society.
3) The cinematography - especially throughout the sweeping, languid skateboard scenes - is gorgeous. This film furthers the skateboard as the ultimate symbol of youth in postmodern film. It has transcended…