One of those movies where you have to shake you head at how the narrative around it got so wrong.
The marketing folks tried to sell it as a fanciful romantic comedy when its really a romantic drama that uses a fanciful device to strip past the usual trappings to dig into that messiness that makes us hurt each other—and how that’s really us hurting ourselves.
Writer Seth Reiss could be the Charlie Kaufman of sincerity. And he couldn’t have asked for two better leads to bring the emotion to life.
If there was an IMAX that showed nothing but concert movies, you people would never see me again.
This film is at its best when it sticks to its stated thesis: reminding you of how wonderful Natalie Wood was, absent of the tabloid scandal that surrounds her death.
Too bad it abandons that for its final third, focusing on the iconic actress' death and its aftermath. The aftermath. Which is everyone else, not Natalie. As much as I sympathize with the impulse here, and feel so very much for the family, the avoidance of all hard questions, the…
