Usually I like that a movie is its own different beast, when it is an adaptation. But Neil Gaiman's comic is really more interesting, more balanced and has a coherent tone that I have not seen in its cinematic version.
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.
are you kidding me... for me this is fucking ridiculous. but then again i don't like punks and i also don't like john cameron mitchell (i didn't know this film was his, when i found out it all made sense)
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.