Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I watched this after the earlier rant about heroes which I wrote, although it covers some of the same ground. A terrific film, with a screenwriter/director who turned 24 while making it, I must say he wrote a wonderful part for Sigourney Weaver. Emile Hirsch plays the son with more life-shattering traumas than a barrel of monkeys (I did what with my what?). The characters spend a lot of time staring at the heavens, with the occasional aid of a delightful piece of lawn furniture.