Friday, 28 January 2011

everyone is going to leave me. I know they are.

A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints (2006)
Chosen by Lauren Parker who had this to say about it: 'Well I had to get Shia in there somewhere but I think A Guide to Recognising Your Saints proves he has some acting chops and that he should probably stop playing with robots.'

What if Robert Altman directed A Bronx Tale?
Well you'd probably have something far better than this movie, a messy, unaffecting coming of age tale. Too full of stylish tics rather than any actual substance, the character beats feel too shopworn (only Melanie Diaz whose matter of fact plaintive statement to camera - the title of this blog entry, offers genuine sadness), the milieu too familiar.
No other actor here is terrible, just unremarkable. Tatum offers up, as with some of his other movies, the promise of a greatness that never quite delivers (unless you want to count his abs, i guess).
Maybe if i was making a film of my life I would fill it with beats from great films too but Dito Montiel fails to turn his own into anything that feels worth telling, despite an obvious personal need for this (there is a scene with his actual father(?) after the end credits).

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