Just some thoughts on film from an insomniac librarian.
At my early morning screening it was just me and a man, sitting in opposite corners of the theatre. As we exited, he made eye contact and I gave back a little nod. He started to open his mouth to say something, thought better of it, then walked away.
I’m still turning this over in my mind. I keep thinking about the last line - how the way we define that word ripples outward through our expectations and actions. Something…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
A old friend of mine surprised me with a day trip to see this in the only theatre within 100 miles playing it. It was then, and remains now, astonishing. There are images that have remained frozen in my mind, all these years later. It’s not perfect - and some casting choices are super-problematic - but it remains one of the single best adaptations I’ve ever seen in terms of capturing the unique tone and cadence of a writer’s words.…
If there were a retroactive award for casting generational talent, this film would be an excellent candidate. Larson and Dever give towering performances conveying the throughline of enduring and reckoning with abuse, as well as the humor and charm one needs to survive in a world that often fails to protect children.