![]() But it manages to be utterly batshit while also having enough in common with Moonstruck - which remains, to be clear, a practically perfect movie - to give the most devoted fan a moment of doubt. It surely was not intended to be a kamikaze effort to convince the world it was wrong to love Moonstruck, the 1987 Cher and Nicolas Cage–led swooner that Shanley wrote and Norman Jewison directed. That is what it’s like to watch Wild Mountain Thyme, the new film from Pulitzer Prize–winning playwright John Patrick Shanley. They’re possibly a serial killer and/or an alien, but, the thing is, they also bear such a strong resemblance to the person you love that, even after this visit from hell is over, you find yourself looking askance at those cherished features, wondering if there’s something you missed, even though technically nothing has changed at all. They don’t appear to eat or drink anything, or at least not anything within the known boundaries of human food. This relative is always waiting right outside your bedroom door when you open it in the morning, as though they’ve been standing there for hours. And then imagine that one day they bring home a cousin of theirs that you’ve never met and who turns out to be simultaneously abrasive and smarmily ingratiating and also just so, so odd. Imagine falling for someone and getting to know them so intimately that every curve of their smile and quirk of their speech feels familiar. Emily Blunt and Jamie Dornan in Wild Mountain Thyme. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |