So that room Jacqueline rents pretty much takes Marie Kondo's Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up to its inevitable conclusion.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I can completely understand why this movie is lauded but it is not for me.
Here's some thoughts I had while watching this film:
- Wow, donkeys are real furry when they are young.
- So is that the sick girl? Is she dead? Wouldn't they be more upset if she was dead?
- So everyone's grown up now and there's the whip. And there's the donkey.
- Oh, they're hitting the donkey. I wonder how they filmed that.
Easily gains a whole star for being the first movie that made my daughter cry happy tears.
Now that it's being put into whatever this new Disney Vault/Trash Bin/Black Hole is, I'm going to struggle when future daughter possibly cries sad tears at future me because she wants to watch this again but Disney wants to pretend like this and Willow and Jeff Goldblum exploring the world never really existed. Anyway, maybe they'll drop it back onto their streaming platform…
A mediocre movie that I have strong positive feelings for. It fails in a lot of ways, but it so spectacularly succeeds in taking me back to my childhood home, reminding me of staying up late on Fridays and Saturdays binging all the movies I could, that I can't help but enjoy it.
Makes me long for a world where Carrie Fisher was still alive. And Edward Herrmann. And Charles Durning too.
Yes, it plays like a Public Service Announcement for Middle America ca. 1967, but it is a beautifully acted Public Service Announcement.
No, it hasn't dated that well, but when Tracy gives the speech at the end, and there's Katherine Hepburn looking on, eyes overflowing with tears, knowing that this will be Tracy's last moment on screen ... well it's one of those moments where the weight of what was happening outside the movie was greater than what was going on in the movie.
And I'm not ashamed to admit, it kind of wrecked me.