A great film because of JCM's exuberant, humanistic characteristically gender-bending take on the material even if the convoluted story not so shockingly miffs the critical establishment. How can you not love him for ELLE FANNING's performance or giving Nicole a chance to show her comedic side?!
Digital. It doesn't start in the best way and so much music with slow motion frightens, but when it enters the mansion where the aliens live, there comes the camp, the fatuity and the comics and in the confusion of colors and improbabilities i remembered Xanadu, a distant relative of this film, which only returns to be boring in its ends, the E.T. moment and in the familiar final coda. It's pleasantly cheesy.
How to Talk to Girls at Parties is a great title that comes attached to one of those “orphan movies” you sometimes discover by sheer accident, then feel like you need to share with everyone else.
An interesting but amusing misfire from director Mitchell which never quite seems to find the right tone but remains watchable throughout. One can't fault the performers, the soundtrack or even the images that well capture grey 70's London. It's the uneven scripting and the bordering on kitsch (but never embracing it) that sinks this effort in the end. Mind you seeing Elle Fanning embrace her inner punk is sublime.
Not a worst of the year by any mean, there is some kind of punk zeitgeist, some ok dialogues but it falls down quickly, passed the first impression, into the same over-sentimental thing and formally some indulging sequences. I should be maybe defending it because Mitchell made somehow a more personal film that most of what we see, a less manufactured one, but hey it is just not good enough and won´t stick with me.