"If it's for me, don't answer it." Matthew Whittet, as Greta's short-shorted, corn-witted dad, totally steals the show from Matthew Whittet, screenwriter. And Harrison Feldman is a pleasure to watch, despite being made to shoulder more than his share of the film's charming but well short of sure-fire whimsy. When Greta finally sleeps down a rabbit hole, the resultant fantasy, never un-neat, undercuts GA's strengths.
Initially totally on board with the compositional efforts on screen, esp. that opening shot which introduces the aspect ratio and distinct framing, only to feel slightly betrayed by its shift into full surrealism. The shift embraces some half-defined symbolism for finding your own song, ironically by aping the likes of 'Mighty Boosh', and the film never reaches the heights of that dance scene just prior to crisis.
Visually very striking and it has a nice flow, but I got somehow lost in the way the narrative was delivered towards the end. It has a sense of awkwardness that I don't mid, but it feels unpolished. Nevertheless, I enjoyed it.
Disappointment, i expected a lot more. Wes Anderson style (or rip off...) + That '70s Show + The Mighty Boosh grotesque and nonsense, all for a failure result for me. A coming of age quite boring (pace issue, & too much nonsense scenes) and forcing too much on originality in the end.