“One for the money, two for the show…”
In the year 1999, Celeste Montgomery (Raffey Cassidy) survives a mass shooting at her school in Long Island, New York. During rehabilitation, Celeste writes a song about her experience and performs it at a memorial service with her older sister Eleanor (Stacey Martin). The song instantly becomes a hit; an anthem for the grieving nation, and with the guidance of her talent manager (Jude Law), Celeste is transformed overnight into an international…
Permed hair with metallic scrunchies and denim overalls, blue and red gel lighting with sparks flying, smoke machines and interior wind gusts, snake attacks in bathtubs, fluorescent green eyeballs and blood splattered walls, and to top it all off, a magic lamp with an angry genie inside who has an axe to grind...Sign me the hell up.
Lightweight and contemplative; like stepping out of your front door on a vibrant spring morning, feeling the sun kiss your face and embracing that very brief moment of warmth before it fades away. With a simple story, subtle performances and some gorgeously captured locations to tie this ensemble drama together, Frankie is well worth the trip. Not to mention, it finishes with one of the most beautiful closing shots of 2019.
What an absolute blast!
A waterlogged, high-concept creature-feature that bathes comfortably in its crazy premise and then multiplies the gator-chomping action.
Not since The Shallows has a Hollywood heroine kicked-ass like this…Blake, honey, I love you, but it seems like you may have met your match.
