This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I watched this one at the theatre for the first time, and picked up on a few plot threads that I missed last time. Though it was my third or fourth watch of this one, I still teared up after the final scene. They would have been brothers in another life.
Overall, Waingro deserved worse than he got.
Last time I watched this one was with my father over ten years ago, and it has aged pretty well. I enjoyed this one at the theatre with a couple of Caucasians this time.
Another one featuring just guys being dudes, but a little less chill this time.
May Philip Seymour Hoffman rest in peace.
I found about 3-5 different suspensions of disbelief in this movie that I noticed immediately, but it doesn't matter because something about it just works to make this film the epitome of those 'big red text with white background' movies. It might be something about how there is almost nothing shown in any scene that doesn't pertain to or advance the plot, which does create a weird sense of time at points, but pays for itself by trimming the fat…
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In all seriousness, I'm a lifelong fan of Williams' incredible music, and this was both an intriguing window to his soul, and the most interesting and high quality film to be show in theatres recently.
