I'm sick and tired of superhero films. Even the new narrative that superheroes are damaged sociopaths doesn't make the films more interesting for me. On the other hand, Griff's portrait of the superhero as manifestation of mental illness manages to be mostly refreshing. The final act (the "heartwarming" bit) falls flat - too stale and predictable.
People shouldn't approach this as a superhero flick (or you'll be terribly disappointed as there is hardly any crimefighting involved), nor as a film about mental illness (because the characters are 'sane'). Rather, it is a film about two people living in their own little world. One in which the superherotheme merely serves as a defense mechanism against the cold-hearted society that has damaged them so much.
Basta con ser el héroe de una persona para no romperse en los delirios o en la frustración, depende del lado en que se viva. Una historia de amor en general. Amor de pareja, amor de hermanos, de padres, de amigos, etc.
It's basically an Australian version of all those awful "indie" dramadies that play at the Sundance Film Festival. You know the ones, they're always a horrible combination of Wes Anderson, twee, and bad alt-rock music.
Die Idee hat mir gefallen, leider hat die lahme Regie alles kaputt gemacht. Man stelle sich einen der ersten Michel-Gondry-Filme ohne Tempo und ohne die zahlreichen kleinen Einfälle vor, dann hat man ungefähr diesen Film. Schade.