The prologue itself isn't terrible; but once it's over, we're left with an aimless
sad piece of film.
Not exact matches
Mike Birbiglia's sensitive, funny,
sad, honest
film Don't Think Twice, which has more affection for and understanding
of a certain kind
of comedy person than perhaps any
piece of fiction that's ever been written about them.
The ebb and flow
of the
film perfectly captures the poetic ironies
of the
piece,
sad without asking us to shed a tear, and tantalizing us without asking for anything more than what is required.
A fantastic symphony
of decay (Decay + Fantasia = Decasia), simultaneously heartbreakingly beautiful and exquisitely
sad,
pieced together from snippets
of old
films on the verge
of oblivion.