From what I’d heard about this I’ve gotta admit I expected to like it a lot more than I ultimately did. It could be that I watched it in the past couple of weeks and my attention really hasn’t been good for movies (hence the hiatus from writing about them) and I’d certainly give it another chance some time, because there’s nothing particularly wrong with it … but I watched it pretty close to Be Kind, Rewind and I found it really just trod the same ground and, like BKRW, I would much rather to have been watching Bowfinger or Ed Wood again, or, if it were endearing British brats I wanted, then something like Millions. This just really did nothing for me in the end, the kind of movie made for those who like to praise just one movie a year for not being “all effects and explosions”, “at last!”, as if no other good movies ever get made thanks to evil, evil Hollywood. To make such a movie does not automatically make it better, and even on my best days I doubt I’d call this anything better than average.
Son of Rambow
October 6th, 2008 by surlarouteTags: children, movies about movies
