Look, everybody! Movies!
The Face of Love: Ed Harris and Annette Bening play out a drama of love lost and found. Glenn really liked it at TIFF.
A Haunted House 2: But is it a return to the original haunted house, or a new haunted house entirely? This is the question Glenn refuses to answer. I think. His review’s not up yet.
Hold Fast: This didn’t reach us in time to be included in the paper, so I had to fold my review into today’s web column. (It’s not very good.)
Kid Cannabis: “Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to be a drug runner. Also, I’m still a kid.” John Stockwell’s true-crime drama is not much of anything, despite a prickly lead performance from Jonathan Daniel Brown.
Meetings with a Young Poet: Rudy Barichello’s arm’s-length fiction about the life and work of Samuel Beckett doesn’t include much of the man’s life, and nothing at all of his work; instead, it’s an obnoxiously theatrical drag occasionally livened by Stephen McHattie’s remarkable performance as Beckett. Jose feels much the same way as I do.
Small Time: 24 creator Joel Surnow makes a personal movie about car salesmen (Christopher Meloni and Dean Norris) whose lives aren’t quite as impressive as they tell people. Rad says it’s okay.
Stress Position: Filmmaker A.J. Bond and his actor friend David Amito play sadistic head games with one another in a very well-designed set. Whoever wins, we lose.
Trailer Park Boys: Don’t Legalize It: Uuuuuuugh, this crap again. Poor Phil.
Transcendence: Johnny Depp gets digitized — in more of a Lawnmower Man way than a Tron way — in DP Wally Pfister’s visually impressive, narratively empty directorial debut.
And that’s the lot. Happy Easter weekend, everybody!