So sweet that it maintains its PG-13, despite more than the typical amount of "fuck"s being thrown around and the beauteous, fully nude Julie Warner. It's Frank Capra with cussin' and tits! Actually, if you know your Pixar flicks, it's pretty much CARS, minus the anthropomorphic autos, with cussin' and tits. Haven't watched it in over a dozen years, but I wasn't surprised how much of it I still remembered; simple, sweet and perfect it still is.
Total blind watch, I had no idea what I was getting into when I walked into a somewhat forgotten indie theater here in SoCal. In the end I was charmed by this sweet little flick, although little is the operative term here. This film is low-key, kind of low-stakes in a way that might turn off viewers looking for a more demanding narrative or characters. The set-up is very simple; sheltered kid, through happenstance, winds up meeting a not so…
I love this movie. My umpteenth rewatch, this one on 35mm at the Egyptian, with Brian Yuzna in attendance; had a chance to shake his hand, thank him for SOCIETY. Shit still holds up and is even better on a big screen. (INSERT OBVIOUS, CRUDE JOKE ABOUT CRAMPTON AND STIMULATING GLANDS OF ANY KIND.)