How did Beverly D’Angelo get stuck with these losers?
I’m glad I wasn’t alive in the 80s.
How did Beverly D’Angelo get stuck with these losers?
I’m glad I wasn’t alive in the 80s.
Messy in the home stretch—I don’t need a realistic portrayal of the aftershocks in Kidman’s career—but largely enjoyed this just because of the humor and weirdness of the two lead performances. Kidman standing in the corner, the centerpiece needle drop, Dickinson’s counterintuitive mix of authority and bashfulness. Eager for Reijn’s next since I was really on her wavelength.
Corny as hell but I was into the magic tricks.
The striking image of dirty Harry Dean Stanton with the red hat wandering the desert is misleading. It made me expect something weirder or more clever instead of a somewhat conventional family drama.
My expectations aside, I found the dialogue unimpressive and the *big monologue* oversimplistic and unmoving. I don’t know. Maybe I don’t like movies with uncharismatic characters. Maybe the script underserves them. The story is decently good. The imagery is the highlight. Mr. Müller at it again.