Tuesday, May 27, 2008

"Get Out Your Handkerchieves!" Or...

..."Mommy, why is that man wearing sunglasses at night?"

Not sure how this happened, but the last three movies I've seen with the ever-loving wife have resulted in the jerking of tears at least once, during each movie. All, in spite of their causation of tear duct leakage, are highly recommended.

The Visitor - Remember Paul Reiser's conundrum with the word "Nuance"? Well, this movie has nuance in spades. A glacier (if there are still any left way up North that I can tie this metaphor to) of a movie with excellent acting, a simple story, a terribly real portrayal of our country post 9/11, and hope in limited supply. I give it a 1/2 box of Kleenex and 3 Wellbutrins for a safe return to reality.


"Then She Found Me" -In her directorial debut, Helen Hunt comes up big. A small story, heavy on family guilt, biological injustice, the begatting (or not) of kids, and the inept sadness of being a guy, the movie stars Hunt (who continues to seperate herself from her Reiser-partnered TV comedy, "Mad About You"), that eternal hair arrangement challenged woman's heart melter, Colin Firth, Matthew Broderick in his continuous exploration of male weakness (What ever happened to the coolness of his eons ago Ferris Bueller?), and the ever-charming scene-stealer Bette Midler. There's a collection of short great scenes and Mr. Firth gets to blow off some steam before he returns to his pettable self. Bring along 1 box of Kleenex and 1 Wellbutrin for recovery.


"Young at Heart" - I was (fortunately) persuaded by the ever-loving wife to accompany her to see this gem. Shot in the shaky camera documentary style that these days is a slight step-up from YouTube, the movie is not simply a hand-held concert film. The British crew is quite successful in chumming the movie with various Senior Singers who are members of the group, Young at Heart. They are all like your elder relatives, only more interesting and definitely much funnier. Once you've bitten, though, the film reels you in and the tissues are fluttering like Scarlett O'Hara's eyelashes. As with the other 2 movies, a small story well-told (and well sung). I'd say 2 boxes of Kleenex and 1 Wellbutrin before exiting the theater.

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