Me: This movie is awful.
Also me: Shut your butt.
I feel like I have a vague memory of this at the 1989 Oscars, but being 10 years old at the time, a fictionalized version of actual events in the Jim Crow south was far from something I would've watched then. As it turns out, now might have been the perfect time (and I the perfect age) to watch it.
As a 32-year-old film period piece set some 24 years before it was released, there would certainly be a chance…
I saw this at a raucous opening night screening exactly 10 years ago today, and hadn't seen it since. Been wanting to watch it again for a couple months now, but once I realized it'd been ten years (TEN YEARS?!?), I waited until today.
Not as funny without that theater crowd—man, I can't wait to see a good comedy in a full theater again—nor as funny all these years later, but honestly, what comedy is? (I mean, besides Mary Tyler…
With keen direction from Ahn, endearingly understated performances from Hong Chau, Brian Dennehy and young Lucas Jaye, and a script confident enough to let the viewer fill in the blanks, this was my biggest SIFF 2019 surprise and is sure to be one of my favorites of the year—not just from the festival.
It gets in and out quickly (in under 90 minutes), but it the pacing never feels rushed nor the characters shortchanged. I hope Driveways finds an audience, despite its unmarketable title.
Hoo boy this hit me like a ton of bricks. Or maybe just one gold brick? Whatever the case, this recorded version of a stage show I wish I'd heard of slash don't know how I've never heard of is something I immediately want to shout to all my friends and family, urging them to watch it.
If they asked me to explain what it was, I'd demur, saying, "Just watch it. Trust me." If they pressed, I'd probably say…