Utterly refreshing in it's unrelenting grime.
The Narrative Films of Mark Rappaport all September and October at Spectacle Theater:
“I wouldn’t even tell you a lie, much less the truth.”
Estelle (Rappaport regular Randy Danson) spends most of her time cruising for strangers and chancing upon murder victims in public places (yet somehow none of them are related to the double-barrel shotgun killer we keep hearing about). She gets involved with a man named Paul, but leaves him once her sister, Lena, returns home from…
A very slight film that reworks the same notes repeatedly until they grow quite large. Anderson plays very subtly with pacing, underhandedly switching our character perspectives and sympathies constantly over the film's run time until what may at first have seemed quite poisonous blossoms into something quite beautiful by the movie's end.
MAKE HOLLYWOOD GREAT AGAIN
I am honestly a little offended that this movie is getting so many awards. Never mind the racial politics, we'll get to that later, the film itself is just downright boring. What wit, charm, and potential the film might have is flaunted quite nicely in the first 15 minutes and the last 15 minutes, but is quickly drowned out by the tepid romance and asinine choreography. What we are served is just another boring Hollywood romance…