This film is surprisingly engaging, despite being saddled with a plot (FSVO plot) that goes through some pretty groan-inducing moves. (A ten minute third act opener that does the birth/sex/death thing? The pregnant mother falling while running through the woods during a rain storm? C’mon. Just. C’mon.)
But it’s not bad.
The Man in the Moon. Robert Mulligan. 1991.
The Grifters. Stephen Frears. 1990.
The plot was kinda loathsome (a basic combination of the “all gays must die” and the “all promiscuous women must die” tropes, so that wholesome Ricki Lake and Some Guy could have a baby (hakuna matata)), but it’s not badly made. I mean, not that badly. A bit sweaty, perhaps, and So Much Drama.
This film wasn’t on g_monte’s list of 1989. I was going to do Atom Egoyan’s Speaking Parts, but it didn’t arrive yet. So I made a substitution.
Last Exit to Brooklyn. Uli Edel. 1989.
After they started singing, I remembered that I’ve seen this before. Probably back in the 80s. It’s still good.
Distant Voices, Still Lives. Terence Davies. 1988.
Au revoir les enfants. Louis Malle. 1987.
