Gone are Depp and Bonham Carter, and the trailers seemed to hint at
the sort of magical realism that peppered Big Fish, his last truly interesting film.
Not exact matches
That Trust Me then proceeds to use the matter as a means to fulfill the opening flash - forward, even suggesting the duration
of the film as some
sort of fantasy given a final bit
of magical realism, only cements the broad and flagrantly misguided ethos
of Gregg's hollow critical queries.
In the beginning, when I was trying to sell my first novel, I had a weird experience
of editors really wanting me to write,
sort of magic
realism set in the Caribbean, or about recent immigrants with a
magical ability (I've had two editors actually give me that logline and ask if I'd be interested in writing that story, but it's just not there for me, I've got other stories still to tell).