I don't know if I'm impressed by Supernova's subtlety or upset by it. I came to love these characters so much that I wanted more, and it ends EXTREMELY abruptly, as though there were a couple of scenes mistakenly cut from my screener. I just really, REALLY need James Corden to watch Firth and Tucci in this and feel VERY VERY BAD about what he did in The Prom.
I also need Colin Firth and Stanley Tucci to adopt me, but that's a whole other conversation.
When Eli Goree's Cassius Clay stops in front of the mirror and asks "Why am I so damn pretty?!" I can only sit back and nod in agreement.
Like it or not, the play is still relevant, as gay men continue to struggle with these issues (even if we do have more support to see us through). Mantello's smart, sensitive direction makes the film more incisive than a play by using the intimacy the camera offers in very impactful ways. All the performers are great, even if some of their chosen styles don't always mesh well together.
OF COURSE people don't like this - it's a movie that explicitly tells them that they can't just have everything they want, released on freakin' Christmas, the one day a year when everyone is at their most entitled.
Seriously, though, it's too long, and the script is a bit of a mess, but the throwback feel is so welcome after the past decade of increasingly dour, self-serious superhero flicks. Give me a cheesy, fun superhero movie that embraces its own…
