In late, catch up tomorrow. Went to see “Boyhood” – the movie that
literally took 12 years to make using the same cast members in order to see the
main character, Mason, grow up as those around him also change. It’s profound in the way 12 years of home movies
would be if you could stand to watch. When the screen went black at the end
(SPOILER ALERT: the movie just stops), my movie buddy and I looked at each
other and burst out laughing, saying “We’ll never get those seven hours back.”
Actually, it runs only 166 minutes, just felt like seven hours. I’m sure it
will be nominated and could win the Academy Award like a previous novelty, that silent movie a few years ago.
Not to say there aren’t good and occasionally really good things to
appreciate, but I don’t share the over-the-top gushing of the Post’s movie
critic. It's the perfect example of a critic writing to impress other critics
with a lofty perceptiveness not granted to lesser mortals. There’s going to be a
shortage of superlatives at the Post for a while.
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