A lovely attempt to recapture a Jerry Lewis-y era gone by. Not as sharp or biting as Little Murders, but still a lot of fun.
The perfect halloween movie.
This just needed to be cut by 15-20 minutes. I loved its earnestness, but sometimes it gets clumsy. I loved the ebb and flow, but sometimes the “and then” format grew tedious. But it is a truly human film – it feels sloppy, but many times this is a virtue.
I don’t think any of my family enjoyed this as much as I do when I showed it to them for Christmas. Oh well. It is exactly the mix of sentimentalism, class issues, and music that I crave for the holidays.
I’m not sure what to think about this film beyond the fact that David Gulpilil is always amazing. I liked it, or enjoyed it at least, though I am a sucker for this kind of X-Filesy mythology stuff. Still it never quite came together and I was troubled by some of the race stuff. It is clearly aware of the plight of the aboriginals, but is also ok making a movie that claims they are magical. Reading an interview with Weir more or less reflected this murky point of view I got from the film. Not that this makes it a bad film, if anything it is the nature of dealing with something that complicated in a serious manner. But this movie has stuck with me the past day and that is something.
This is probably my favorite film ever. Each time I watch it it somehow gets better.