Not exact matches
The pressure off, they're free to make out
like teenagers and fall in love, a happy interlude the
film covers with smart economy, so as to spend more time
on getting to know this «hot grandma» (she's struggling to keep her middle daughter pregnancy - free through high school), as well as the couple's first big fight, occasioned when she wonders why he still doesn't want to sleep with her after nearly 20 dates.
Rated PG - 13, the
film relies
on the fact that the bulk of its audience will be
teenagers who haven't previously seen hundreds of (better - executed) stories just
like this one, and those are the people for whom this movie will work.
I came to the city as a
teenager in the late»70s, too late for the New Yorker Theater itself but right
on time for the Cinema Studio
on 66th and Broadway, where I spent half of my student life seeing and re-seeing movies
like Wenders's The American Friend and Godard's aforementioned return to 35 mm feature filmmaking, and the Metro
on the corner of Broadway and 100th Street, where I saw Oshima's early
films for the first time.
Like many a horror
film, it centers
on teenagers, many of whom are good - looking.
That the cast is played by actual
teenagers (centered
on the dramatically challenged Justice) and some barely in their twenties instead of older actors who only pass as teens to those years removed from high school underscores the
film's target and its limited appeal for adult audiences, who can easily enjoy
films like Mean Girls and Superbad.
As the
film begins, young, sun - kissed Simon (Gabin Verdet) enjoys an early morning surfing expedition with his friends;
on their way home, a car accident strikes
like a rogue wave, leaving the
teenager brain - dead and
on life support.
Not as commendable were the slick but forgettable Leatherface, the first disappointment by French filmmaking duo Alexandre Bustillo and Julien Maury; the Spierig Brothers» Jigsaw, part 8 of the exhausted Saw series; the dull Amityville: The Awakening by Franck Khalfoun, usually a respectable genre director, who does still add his share of clever touches (and meta moments,
like when a group of
teenagers watch the original Amityville Horror in the «real» Amityville haunted house, into which one's family has just moved); Open Water 3: Cage Dive, whose shark - franchise designation was tacked
on as an afterthought, not that it helped to draw in audiences (in an anemic year for great whites, 47 Meters Down takes the prize for the best shark
film); Jeepers Creepers 3, a super-limited release — surely in part because of director Victor Salva's history as a convicted child molester — which just a tiny bit later would probably have been shelved permanently in light of the slew of reprehensible - male - behavior outings in recent months.
Like Lean
on Pete, Arnold's
film follows a rootless
teenager in search of some form of familial belonging — in her case, with a gang of likewise aimless youths hawking magazine subscriptions across the midwest — but is supersized and expressively unruly where Haigh's is contained and watchful.