You know that thing when your heart is so unbelievably full but crushingly heavy at the same time because there’s magic in a little movie that has nothing to do with you but also feels like it’s commanding you to care about something as if nothing else in the world ever had before — none of those words feel like they’re capturing well enough what Minding the Gap does. Please please please please please (...) x10000~ see it see it see it see it see it
There’s a lot to be said about evoking deep loneliness without losing a laugh, and capturing the emotional pull of having a cat that sounds trivial until it happens to you.
I’d never given Melissa McCarthy much credit but this is a sensational turn, a really difficult and conflicted psyche played with gravity and outstanding sensibility.
A really special film about words and trust, confidence and pride, with a performance to remember.
While Spielberg removed all references to his own work in Ready Player One, David Robert Mitchell includes heavy small talk about being followed by ghosts just for fun. And it turns out that Andrew Garfield reading an Amazing Spider-Man comic was nothing but a happy coincidence.
To appreciate this movie as a love letter to LA, to noir mystery, to awkward boys who ravish but don’t respect girls - to do any of those things separately or simultaneously would be…