Reviews

Halle Baily was the most brutal choice to crush a childhood nostalgia. Cold-blooded rigid acting. Zero facial expression of emotions, robotic body movements. I am sure the movie was rather a mere getting-famous project to her and to the director than the realization of a childhood fantasy. It only gets more soul-crushing when paired with the almost-flawless make and production. A blatant waste!

I honestly wished we could have the dad's acting for the main character or any random non-actor person from across the street. Just someone who had the slightest bit of idea about the role they are acting.

I guess I can sum up by the emotions I had during the movie: irritated, stultified, aggravated.

Where to begin... I am literally lost on how to begin describing the many groundbreaking attributes of the movie. What made me tear up over every critical scene was that nothing extraordinary happened. The movie somehow managed to include both the pace of a Hollywood movie and the realistic non-heroic (even anti-heroic) traits of European cinema.

The way the flawed heroin revolved into being an anti-heroin, a victim, a passive, an evil, and the way she crawled back into being "only human" but a blatantly frank and active rebel haunts every inch of my being.

The wholistic symbolism portraying the society it stemmed from could not execute the concepts in a better way and dialogues could not be more purposefully composed to include typical cultural moments of miscommunication, introspective vulnerability, misunderstanding, raging through.

The only thing I would change about the movie is the acting. Each character is acting their role from a previous movie which indicates that the focus was more on the plot that the directing. At points one would sense that the characters have not acquired sympathy with the role they are playing (well except for Mr. Poursamimi, he could not have done better)