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What Rory Kennedy has rendered is so subtle and poignant that it sneakily stays with you – the true test of an effective documentary.
The latest from Kevin Smith signals something of a return to form and a bit of a surprise – a hefty slab of comedy atop a serial killer thread that alleges to be based on “actual events.”
From its enigmatic title to the startling open sequence to the psycho-sexual implications of its bizarre finale, this is a kind of shocker that’s all but vanished from U.S. screens.
What could have been a maudlin, Hallmark exercise instead is a haunting slow burn of an elusive woman at a crossroads after tragedy.
We know of Robyn Wright from “The Princess Bride” and “Forrest Gump,” but her career never quite took off. “The Congress” changes that uniquely.
“Crime” is enjoyable enough, but it’s more an appetizer than a meal that will make you wanting a second helping of “Jackie Brown” or “Out of Sight.”
Brosnan carries this film gallantly with just the right amount of bravado and disdain, and his time as Bond and Thomas Crown goes a long way to help sell it.
If “Dame” wasn’t a sequel treading on the tail of “Sin City,” it might be the real deal. As is, it’s borrowing, embracing, but not necessarily furthering.
This film is overlong, with a script of macho twaddle, but little of that matters when the explosions take center stage and guns blaze, and some of the casting retains its charm.
The forecast Wednesday is for rain – but would a little rain put off Indiana Jones?