Against expectations, I enjoyed this. Not thoroughly; the relationship never felt entirely believable, but it was nuanced and not hackneyed. Go positive, and we have characters you want to believe in, gorgeous cinematography, and a sympathetically likeable soundtrack. Good work.
I am genuinely at a loss for how to rate this film. Disillusioned by the opening, I somehow persevered through to the hour mark where the piece finally hit its emotional mark. The second act became an emotionally charged and pointedly sharp hitting movement. Redolent of Deschanel's 500 Days of Summer, this film unexpectedly finds itself on a similar trajectory, drawing parallels to the 2009 chronological follower.
Misty & dreamlike, an autumn waiting for poetry to come home. With the feeling laid for some hypnotic romance, Gordon Green misfires by dipping his feet into the shallow end & reducing his characters to confused halfwits with nothing to give. Puzzling to see how a narrative can go nowhere for so long as if the first script draft scribbled over the back of an envelop was good enough. Ambition shortened, sugar piled up
THIS is what a perfect US indie is! I fell in love with the relationship between the geography of the place and the drama of the characters. Slow beat, delicate and sympathetic to its surroundings. This is a script not concerned in whether or not 'the event' happens, more so the journeys of the characters before and after. Green cares a lot about is characters and their world and that is felt.
'bad poetry' in a backwater... unravelling true love from lust and friendship was never easy but set against the structureless decay and hardship of a drawling broken americana it takes on a delicacy and tenderness that is hopeful and inspiring. Gently constructed and honestly acted I enjoyed this slow burn poem to honesty.
It is difficult to forget the languid beauty of the opening scene. Like first love, this film represents the poetic naiveté of its director and friends (including d.p. Tim Orr, who does his best work here). Comparisons to Cassavetes and Malick are valid. Whatever happened to David Gordon Green happened after ALL THE REAL GIRLS. Recent films may have diluted Green's 'personal vision'…but we'll always have this.
A romantic dreamland, or wasteland, where endlessly talking characters collide and explode. It's sentimental, honest, slow-paced and sad. It should feel stilted and corny, but somehow it works and it's heartbreaking. The performances are exceptional. The look feels dated, but in an appropriate way. Muted, desaturated colours. A dying landscape - autumn. A wonderful movie to revisit.