This film has a single flaw. A flaw substantial enough to tarnish an otherwise immaculate debut feature.
A scene near the end of the film involves a clear-cut case of sexual harassment which never gets acknowledged as such. At one point, the victim even apologizes for what happened. The offender is then portrayed as a slightly quirky old family man as the film slowly slides towards its happy ending.
For me, all this leaves a large stain of discomfort on…
Do you ever come across a film that seems so perfectly tailored towards a younger version of yourself that it almost scares you?
Much of what I saw here is outright 5-star material. Four half-wits desperately trying to get their hands on KISS tickets is the greatest premise I could possibly think of. As a fan of the band, seeing all the characters in a literal ladies' room and then hearing Ladies' Room being played in the background was a…
Some themes of Encanto struck closer to home for me than I was prepared for. Which is to say: I cried like a baby.
I draw immense strength and hope from the idea that family trauma can be healed. That gulfs can be overcome if everyone is willing to listen and become a better person.
At the same time, watching Encanto might be the most saddening experience in my recent memory, as it reminded me that, in real life, this is not always the case. However hard you try, some cracks will remain gaping. They can be sealed off, but never mended.
This film somehow managed to give more character depth to a damn shark than all the female characters combined.
