Sorry, If I Love You
Mayhem ensues when a 37-year-old ad executive on the rebound falls for a bubbly high school senior.
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Robert S (ca) wrote: I wish the beginning of this doc tied in more with the end of the "Dogtown" doc, but that's my only real criticism of this film.
Cathlene B (br) wrote: I wanted to compare Paolo Sorrentino's Thing of Great Beauty to another Sorrentino movie, so this one seemed accessible because it was in English. I had mixed reviews, but I liked it just fine. It was like Malik's Tree of Life. Makes you think beyond the story elements and reflect on God.
Froilan P (it) wrote: nasty and naughty movie...
Aaron G (ca) wrote: One of the best naps you'll ever have.
VIking V (mx) wrote: Good live action of the classic Devil Man series. Good CGI work with Akira vs Satan
Noah H (ca) wrote: A classic in my mind
Troy T (it) wrote: the scenery and other finnish beauties are exquisite
Patrick L (au) wrote: Other than somewhat incomprehensible scenes involving a brothel and its madam, the film was an interesting depiction of the civil war perceived by middle class teenagers. It would have been better if the teenagers had been written to have an ounce of social awareness, however, as the director could then have depicted the events within a political framework that was almost entirely absent.
Sebastien C (jp) wrote: Pruitt Taylor Vince is amazing...it's a shame he's had since minor roles since. Good ol' Thurston provides a delictable soundtrack of drone, Dando shows he can't act but does look with nice with hair cut short.
Michael V (au) wrote: Half way in and waiting for it to end. The movie bored me enough that I've decided not to venture out and try the real Mystic Pizza.
Paul Z (br) wrote: Further than the imagery of white, middle-class American kids and teenagers getting high, speaking in an acquired voice and lingo to convey a both tastefully silly and unsettling angst, there's a visualization of America in Jonathan Kaplan's appealing, outlandish generation gap exploitation film that's anything but silly, and by now has basically become the norm. The details of the plot aren't all that essential. We're expected to grasp a sentiment of adolescent frustration and suspicion. The locale is New Granada, one of those depressingly vanilla suburban districts that emerged all over this country in an upsurge of real-estate guesswork and substandard urban planning in the '60s and early '70s. New Granada is a development of dull condos, rigorously serviceable apartment blocks for those who cannot meet the expense of the condos, streets that bend futilely into badlands still to be urbanized, and an ultra-modern high school that seems like it's been built yesterday to accommodate tomorrow's automatons. It's the assertion of the filmmakers that the planners of New Granada made a grave gaffe in not bearing in mind that a quarter of its population would be 15 years old or younger, with nowhere to go except an old Quonset hut used as a rec center, nothing to consider and, most terrible, nothing to do. The hub of the film is Carl, an ultimately good 15-year-old boy whose dad, a Cadillac dealer, frets more about selling than about where the kids are, before or after 10pm. Provoked by the case of his more experienced pal Richie, played by Matt Dillon, who auditioned for the role while skipping school, Carl starts to embrace the scornful, tough-guy characteristics of the rest of New Granada's youth, most of whom are on drugs of one kind or another. Carl keeps away from drugs but not danger. New Granada's fanatical policeman, Doberman, discriminatorily blames Carl and Richie for a practical joke perpetrated by two other troublemakers. Like a New Granada street, Carl's life doesn't seem to be progressing. Doberman's jumpy shooting of one of Carl's friends induces the film's furious climax: The New Granada youth charge the high school, where their parents are holding an urgent assembly to argue property values and teenage crime, lock their parents into the school auditorium, and go on a huge sabotage binge. There's something unluckily amusing in the image of a smug child, who looks to be no more than 12, talking about scoring some hash for his friends, and about the quandary of another, just as young student who stumbles into an art class, having taken some LSD to begin the day, just to be faced with a projection of a Bosch painting. The movie can't help idealizing its generally stupid teenagers, their incoherent yearnings and doubts, their disheartenment and, ultimately, their fuming revolt. Not including Carl and Richie, the youngsters aren't characters but a refrain of postures. Unlike other such films, however, this independent suburban wasteland drama dramatizes the tedium and futility of their world with exceptional sincerity. New Granada is a virtually unspoiled visual symbol of the incorporated obsolescence that's expected to perpetuate the American economy, but which makes crap faster than the crap can be used. If New Granada's kids are apathetic robots, they're only a spot more offensive and less self-righteous than their ignorant parents. I suppose, the performances by the grown-ups in the film, particularly by Andy Romano and Ellen Geer, as Carl's parents, and by Harry Northup, as the harrying Doberman, are more effective than those of the younger actors, but both Kramer and Dillon are equal as Carl and Richie. Pamela Ludwig, who plays Carl's girlfriend, is super-hot. A great deal of Over the Edge is gawkily acted and motivated, but it's executed with such vibrancy and disquiet that, as you watch it, you're often caught halfway between an embarrassed laugh and a struggle for breath.
Grant S (ca) wrote: Silly, badly made movie. Never was plausible, but you hope that the action and suspense will make you suspend your disbelief. They don't. Action scenes are poorly done, plot is so weak that you stop caring quite quickly, so no suspense. Wooden performances, they that was somehow predictable. Spot any actors in the cast you've ever heard of?If you were hoping for some Jules Verne-like adventure, you've come to the wrong movie.
Timothy M (es) wrote: It's kinda shameful to have the most iconic English hero of all time go over to America and basically prattle on and on about how great America is. It'd be like Superman going to London and just saying "Gee, you guys are great. No, really. Back home, everything sucks but here, here you've got it made." But that's obviously a by-product of it being a Universal propaganda film. Otherwise it's a competent and enjoyable thriller. Rathbone's routine as a fussy art collector is excellent.