Sunday, January 22, 2017


I was going to start this review with my usual jokes about M. Night and the terrible movies he’s made over the past ten years, but that always ends with me calling him something ridiculous like M. Night Shemamalikesmydong, and that’s the last thing this world needs more of right now. So I’ll put my focus on my creepy idiot friend instead. For months he kept saying that there was no way he’d ever give M. Night his money again after his latest string of movies, and honestly, who could blame him? His downfall started with men in plastic suits dressed as aliens in Signs, continued with clairvoyant cereal boxes in Lady in the Water, and reached its pinnacle with Marky Mark outrunning evil wind in The Crappening (Happening).

But there’s one sure fire thing in this world that will get men to forget recent terrible events and that’s the wonderful presence of boobs! Boobs are the only reason why my friend decided to pop in on Split. And thankfully no, I’m not talking about my man boobs, I’m talking about the ones that belong to Anya Taylor-Joy, the co-star of this film. Granted she is 21 years old but that’s way too young for my idiot friend. At some point you would think he’d start to develop crushes on the crustier women in film, women like Annette Benning or the collagen filled Goldie Hawn; but no they get younger and younger and he stays the same age mentally (in Matthew McConaughey voice). Well the good thing is, Taylor-Joy is a talented and rising young star in Hollywood as she’s been in The Witch and the forgettable Morgan; two pretty big releases for a relative newcomer.

And she definitely holds her own as she stars opposite of the now unbelievably respectable James McAvoy. When he first burst on the scene, I thought that he was at best going to be the next Colin Ferrell; and I’m talking lame Ferrell (SWAT), not the now good Ferrell (In Bruges). But he has won me over with his approach to the usually dull Professor X character, as well as with his brilliant performance in Filth. Well after you witness his performance in Split, you’ll see the kind of range he has as an artist.

McAvoy plays the troubled villain in this film; a man who has 23 personalities, all of whom could take the spotlight at any given time. He effortlessly and seamlessly transitions from one character to the next; which is amazing when you consider the fact that every time he does so, it never comes off as cheesy or comical. He kidnaps three teenage girls who are leaving a birthday party and holds them captive in his unbelievably clean but still creepy basement. And it’s at this point where you begin to meet all of his unique personalities.

Now the natural questions is, why can’t three girls jump and overtake this one guy? I’ve seen pics of McAvoy and he’s not that big! Well this is where M. Night’s storytelling actually saves the day (no pun intended). Split is easily his most well thought out script in decades. All of his films, for the most part, have an underlying theme behind the main storyline and the one that exists in Split may be his most important and challenging one to date (Signs would’ve been number one if his delivery wasn’t such an epic failure). I’m not going to give anything away but the story more than adequately answers that all important question.

This isn’t a jump out at you scary film but there are a few creepy scenes in the film’s final act when McAvoy releases his 24th personality. And in case you were wondering, yes M. Night does supply us with his usual big reveal at the end, but unlike Split’s predecessors, the viewer’s experience doesn’t hinge on the final few scenes; this entire film was entertaining. There’s even a nice little nugget for loyal M. Night fans in the movies final shot. I was so dumbfounded by it that I couldn’t even fully enjoy it until I walked out of the theater and I honestly don’t know the last time I could say that about a Shyamalan film! Split gets a rating of FRESH!

Thursday, January 19, 2017


I remember when Martin Luther King Day actually meant something to America. My family and I would always take the day off from school or work to go participate in the march recreation in downtown San Antonio; and afterwards we’d eat some great Bar-b-Que and talk about what it meant for my parents and my grandparents to be alive during his infamous speech. But now all you get are crazy looks when you try and ask for the day off and the only true reminders you get of the historic march are memes from your former high school teachers and a day full of NBA basketball games that you now have to DVR because you’re stuck at work! I know that I clown my former employer for buying everyone fried chicken for lunch one MLK Day but at least they were in touch enough to order it spicy versus mild. I mean come on, Black people have hot sauce on their person at all times; you just never know when a random chicken wing or a popcorn shrimp will jump up in your lap!

Well at least Hollywood is still trying to throw us a bone (no pun intended) by continuing to release Black movies on this soon to be forgotten weekend. Sure most of the movies are terrible but at least you get to sit amongst your brethren while they sneak in food and yell things at the screen like "You go Denzel!" or "Ooooh Jamie, you sure are fine!" Nothing says Black unity like a public disturbance.

In the past we’ve been honored with such timeless classics as Ride Along, Ride Along 2, and the Marky Mark film Contraband for some strange reason. Well this year they decided to step up their game a bit by giving us Jamie Foxx’s latest effort in Sleepless. Now I’m a huge fan of Jamie’s but if he weren’t in this film, the only way anyone would have ever seen it was if they downgraded their monthly Netflix package to the disc only option. This movie was clearly made for action junkies and for Black people who will support anything that has Black actors in it. And when I think about it, I ironically fit into both categories; maybe I should have been charged double to get in. Anyway, as I watched this film, I could totally tell that Jamie also realized why this movie was being made, and that he chose to take the smart route and completely mail in his performance. Don’t get me wrong, he was still great in it, but this was more Bait Jamie Foxx versus Ray or Collateral Jamie Foxx. And if you still don’t know what I mean, see any post Analyze This Robert Deniro flick and you’ll eventually catch on. As a side note, isn’t sad that there’s an entire generation of movie goers out there that have never seen Deniro be good in anything. All they’ve ever been exposed to is grandpa Deniro; it’s like never getting to eat a Twinkie before the world got all health conscious, damn they were good!

Sleepless is about two rogue cops, Jamie Foxx and T.I. (yes, THAT T.I.), who one night decide to steal from the wrong man. They thought they were simply stealing from the low level casino owner Stanley Rubino (Dermot Mulroney) but they were in fact stealing from a highly connected drug dealer named Novak (the surprisingly talented Scott McNairy). Rubino is desperate to get Novak’s dope back to him in time for his big drug deal, so he attacks Jamie’s character and kidnaps his son to hold as ransom. So now Jamie must do any and everything he can to get him back safe and sound; all the while dodging the Internal Affairs agents in Jennifer (Michelle Monaghan) and Doug (David Harbour) who are hot on his tail.

The majority of this film takes place in a casino but that doesn’t stop it from having multiple fight scenes, shootouts, and explosions; with each scene seemingly outdoing the other. Everyone seems to be having fun making this film and that’s part of what made it so great, it’s pure mindless entertainment! I nearly stood up and cheered when Novak pulled out his secret compartment of automatic weapons from the bed of his truck and started unloading on people. Here they are having an all-out war in a Vegas casino and the only that stopped people from gambling was Jamie Foxx running over tables with a stolen Lexus. Nothing says MLK Day like drugs, guns, and stolen cars. Now I could go on and on about why this movie is worth catching in the theater but if you don’t get it by now, you never will; so I’ll just end this review here and tell you that Sleepless gets a rating of FRESH!

Sunday, January 15, 2017


What ever happened to those "Not my President" marches? They literally lasted for about two days and then completely went away for some reason. Is that where are youth is today; too lazy to vote AND too lazy to protest outside of constant Facebook and Twitter posts? "Hey Michael, you wanna march on the Capitol today?" "Ugh! But the new season of Stranger Things just came out! Let’s just stay in, smoke, and order some Uber Eats instead!" I was honestly just kidding when I said that Kanye should be our next President, but given the state of our nation today, he’d have a real shot of winning if he wanted to give it a go.

Thankfully though, all his opponent would have to do to stop this is release yet another terrible season of Keeping Up with the Kardashians on Netflix and a special edition of some new Jordans on Election Day and 60% of our nation would be too preoccupied to vote. This is why something like effective missionary trips are a thing of the past; any time you ask a Millennial to go anywhere where Instacart or Wi-Fi isn’t an option they look at you is if you’re the Devil himself trying deceive them.

This is also why Martin Scorsese’s new film will be forgotten within the next two weeks. People going across the sea to spread a message that’s important to them? Heck, in today’s society we won’t even consider dating someone if it requires us getting on the tollway to do so (raising hand). But that’s what Silence is all about; two Portuguese priests who risk their lives to go to Japan to find their mentor Liam Neeson and to also spread the word of The Gospel.

This of course is dangerous because in the 1600’s (and even today in quite a few countries) you could be killed for worshipping Jesus. Well apparently Ferreira (Neeson) chose the route of apostatizing and getting a cute Japanese woman to be his wife versus that of being tortured to death. His mentees Rodrigues (Andrew Garfield) and Garrpe (Adam Driver) however refuse to believe he’d do something like this and choose to voluntarily go on a dangerous mission to find him.

Well once they finally do make into Japanese territory, they spend the majority of their time hiding during the day and witnessing to the Japanese people who worship in secret at night. If they are caught doing so, they are forced to apostatize and then watch their families burn right in front of them. So as you can imagine, there aren’t very many opportunities for Rodrigues and Garrpe to go out and look for Ferreira. The closest they do come to finding him is when they are betrayed by one of the villagers Kichijiro, the film’s funniest and saddest character.

Now many people will probably hate Kichijiro’s character but he represented what was a common theme in the Bible, and that’s a constant desertion of one’s faith due to man’s fallible nature. If we are all being honest with ourselves, we’d all see a little bit of Kichijiro in our lives as we tend to constantly take the easy way out of things; see the Netflix over marching scenario I presented earlier. And that’s part of what made this film so good; it was an honest look into how we react when we think God isn’t hearing our pleas. This is something that Scorsese was struggling with for quite some time, so he decided to express this frustration artistically via film.

It’s just that he does so in a brutal and violent way. I don’t want to ruin the film for you but just know that both Rodrigues and Garrpe go through some unbelievably trying times as they enter a world of sick mind games and barbarism that’s solely fueled from an incomprehensible intolerant mentality. Based off of his performances in Hacksaw Ridge and now Silence, Garfield has made me forget those terrible Spiderman movies and has earned my respect as a top level actor in Hollywood. Silence, for the most part, puts its focus on him and his experience and he certainly holds his own when it comes to starring in a demanding Scorsese film. After the disaster that was The Last Temptation of Christ, you had to know that Scorsese wanted to make up for it in the worst way, and I’d have to say that for the most part he did just that with this unbelievably heady material.

Now there were a few moments in the film’s climax that personally took me out of it due to its biblical inaccuracies but that shouldn’t take away from what the film tried to do; which was essentially put out there what most people are afraid to admit publicly. Making this kind of film took a lot of balls for a director of Scorsese’s status and I can’t help but say that I respect him for that. I give this film a rating of FRESH!

Thursday, January 12, 2017


Austin, TX has this incredible week called Free Week where all of the relevant music venues in town offer you a weeks’ worth of free shows that feature the city’s best bands. So for one week everyone forgets that they have a job to go to in the morning and they party balls while filling up the bars that still make this city cool. Ok, so people go to work hungover every week in this town but for us old folks, we have to pick and choose which weeks we do this.

Anyway, this past Friday night during said week, I found myself hanging out with the current Prince of Blues in Gary Clark Jr. We, through many random drunken nights, somehow have mutual friends and I actually got to meet and hang out with him, albeit for only 10 minutes. But as he stood there, I was amazed how this guy who used to play shithole venues for $8-10 a ticket has now somehow secured a front row seat at the Grammy’s with a gorgeous model by his side. Has life always been this way? Could anyone really rise from obscurity and become the toast of the nation like this back in the good ole days?

Well every time I ask myself this question, either a television show or a movie about Jackie Onassis pops up and I’m instantly reminded that the answer is clearly yes. Don’t get me wrong, I love Jackie O just like the next man, but when it all comes down to it, all she ever really did was spruce up the White House a bit and wear fresh clothing. I mean, couldn’t Kim Kardashian do the same thing? Please o please let Kanye get elected president so we can see this happen!

I do however give her a ton of credit for how she handled herself in the days that followed her husband’s assassination. She may have been paler than a vanilla milkshake but in those days she acted as black as Madea in Boo! A Madea Halloween. "Aww hell naw ghost!" And these are the days the film Jackie places its focus on.

Now with its nonlinear storytelling, they do take you back to her infamous tour of the White House where she shows off her restoration projects of some of the landmark’s most famous rooms, but for the most part, the director Pablo Lorrain treats this as a rather intense character study of one of the world’s most beloved figures. And given the influence this gracious woman had on housewives everywhere, I’m not sure that this country will ever love another president or his wife in the same manner. Obama may have been the closest we’ll ever get to that point again but outside of a few people who are still waiting to collect his entry fee from their yearly March Madness pool, I doubt many would have cried if he got assassinated. Who knows, I could be wrong. I might have cried but I also cried when Ricky got shot in Boyz in Da Hood, so there’s that. But back to the review…

This film is all about Natalie Portman and her brilliant performance. I was mesmerized by her in The Professional, was in awe of her in Closer, and fell in love with her in Black Swan. And after being completely floored by her latest performance in Jackie, I’d have to say that she is now firmly planted amongst the best A listers in Hollywood; that’s male and female mind you. 70 percent of the film consists of close-ups of Jackie’s reactions to her now forever changed world.

One moment she is horrified by the events that have just taken place and the next she’s consumed with vanity and does everything she can within her power to uphold her reputation as well as that of her husband’s. She tries to stay strong as she attempts to tell her children what has happened while at the same time spending her days drinking and smoking herself numb in an attempt to wash away the pain. Now outside of a few tense moments that exist between the toupee wearing Peter Sarsgaard (Bobby Kennedy) and John Carroll Lynch (of course they cast a guy with three names to play Lyndon Baines Johnson), Lorrain plays it relatively safe when it comes to the violence of that time; that is until the film’s third and final act.

This isn’t the greatest film I’ve ever seen but it’s certainly beautifully shot and Portman is a wonder to marvel at; and it’s because of this that I can’t help but give it a rating of FRESH!


Saturday, January 7, 2017


Ok, so right off the bat I’ll admit that I’m a bit jaded when it comes to experiencing the Oscar rush this time of year. Every January we are force fed a mouthful of these "touching" stories that Hollywood tries to sell as life changing experiences. "You won’t be the same after seeing this film" "This film will take you to new heights". As if we haven’t seen these stories time and time again throughout the years.

Oh, Ben Affleck has a gangster film called Live by Night coming out? Great! Like I haven’t seen drunken and horny white people who wear fedoras shoot each other over money before. Oh, Octavia Spencer has a new movie coming out called Hidden Figures? Amazing! Let me guess, there’s black people who are really smart but they don’t get the chance to prove it because of racism. Oh, there’s a movie called Lion where a little Indian boy gets lost? I guarantee you he finds inspiration and somehow locates his parents through the power of a Bollywood game show! Thank goodness there’s not a movie out about the Holocaust or a transgender operation right now because if there was, my site would be shut down by 8 am tomorrow morning!

Now those of you who actually know me, know that I’m purposely being a jerk to prove a point. For those who don’t know me, trust me, these aren’t really my thoughts! I know that these are all important stories that need to be told (with the obvious exception of Live by Night) so we don’t ever forget our past and the horrible mistakes we’ve made; but please, just space them out a little bit more throughout the year. How else am I going to enjoy what is easily the best month ever for action films? Think about it! This month alone is providing us the final chapters of Underworld and Resident Evil as well as The Return of Xander Cage! And if that wasn’t enough, they even threw in a Jamie Foxx revenge film to boot! My head is literally exploding just thinking about it! But alas, I also have to check out the Oscar bait just so I can properly hate on them when the end of February rolls around. Well without further ado, here are my thoughts on Lion.

I won’t lie, part of me really did feel as though I already knew how this film was going to go when I walked into the theater, and I’m sad to say that it turns out I was right. Now the first half of Lion is actually pretty entertaining as you instantly fall in love with young Saroo (Sunny Pawar). If you were lucky enough to grow up with an older sibling, then Saroo reminds you of your childhood when you said and did anything you could to hang out with them. Saroo was clearly too young to be out hustling with his older brother Guddu to help bring food back home to their family but there’s something about brotherly love that keeps you from using logic.

The two of them would do dangerous things like stealing coal off of a moving train or go looking for work in the middle of the night. Well one night, Guddu leaves a sleepy and cranky Saroo on the train platform by himself while he goes off to look for work. And seeing as how he’s a 5 year old, Saroo naturally wakes up in the middle of the night frightened and immediately starts looking for his brother. He somehow winds up on a passenger train while trying to find Guddu but eventually gets tired and takes a nap; only to wake up in the morning to find himself on what is now a moving train. 16,000 km later, a 5 year old Saroo finds himself on the other side of India, a place where they speak an entirely different language. Now at this point of the film, every current parent or future parent is absolutely losing their minds in the theater! You can’t help but be terrified for the little kid. And it doesn’t help that while he is lost, you are exposed to the dark side of this otherwise great country. This first half of this film is unbelievably spectacular.

But then, the second half starts and everything that made this film so great is completely lost. This is where you meet the adult version of Saroo. After being adopted by Australian parents, he seems to be well adjusted to his new life, that is until one night when he comes across something that reminds him of his early childhood. And from that point on, you’re stuck with scene after boring scene of a listless and seemingly lost (again) Saroo. Now don’t get me wrong, I get that he’s supposed to feel that way after being separated from his natural family; I’m just saying that the storytelling could have been a lot more engaging. The only somewhat interesting thing that happened in the second half was the subplot involving his maladjusted and fellow adopted new brother Rawa. But every time they touched on that story, you’d get an awful tale from Nicole Kidman about how she knew she was destined for greatness when she dreamt about a brown boy standing by her side. Oooooooook.

But whatever, she should be nominated for an Oscar for that awesome perm she had in the film. Overall I guess this movie was good but there’s no way it gets a rating of more than barely FRESH!

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

La La Land

Everyone who knows me, knows that I absolutely love dramatics; and yes I also love The Dramatics from the Snoop Dogg song Doggy Dogg World, but in this particular case I’m not talking about a soul singing group from the 60’s. I’m talking about high pitched screams in the middle of a guitar solo while fireworks go off in the background, dramatics (see any Muse show ever). I don’t know what it is but something about that just strikes a chord with me. And while I normally avoid musicals with the same vigor that I do secret meetings in the country that involve white sheets, I decided to pop in on La La Land simply because there’s no way you can make a musical about Hollywood and it not be over the top!

Writer/director Damien Chazelle has already brought us the highly entertaining surprise hit of last year’s Oscar season in Whiplash, and he is sure to be back on the red carpet this year with his most recent follow up. It’s clear that he too has a flare for the dramatic as he, for whatever reason, decided to make a love story between two artistic hopefuls into a musical. I say this because looking back, the singing and dancing really didn’t add that much to the story (I have my goofy friend to thank for pointing this out to me). Don’t get me wrong, there was definitely a scene or two that added some wonderful magic to this rather engaging story via the show tunes Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone provided us; but overall, this film was pretty solid without it.

This is the third time Gosling and Stone have paired up and brought us their unique chemistry on film. Both in real life and on camera they seem like such an odd couple but for whatever reason when the lights come on, it just seems to work. Gosling is his usual casually funny slash borderline jerk self, while Stone brings her typical sassiness with a hint of innocence to the story.

Her character Mia is an aspiring actress who keeps trying to live out her dream even though she continues to get rejected at every turn. And in between auditions, she spends most of her time either working at a coffee shop on a studio lot or trying desperately to avoid the usual awful LA party scene. Gosling’s character Sebastian, is a traditional jazz piano player who has dreams of opening his own club one day so he can share with the world what made jazz such a wonderful genre back during its inception. Both of them have essentially gone all in to reach their goals and that includes living with three other people or tossing aside past due bills with regularity. And I have to say that It truly is inspirational to see someone absolutely throw caution to the wind when chasing their dreams, even if their loved ones can’t understand why they do it.

Well naturally when these two eventually meet, they’re instantly going to fall in love, right? Wrong! Every time they randomly run into each other, Gosling is the ultimate jerk to Stone. Now some of it is due to poor timing and some of it is due to Sebastian’s blind passion for his craft. But things finally do take off when Mia runs into him and his awesome (I use that term loosely) 80’s cover band at a pool party. And from that point on, the singing and dancing goes to another level.

Oh, but don’t you worry, there was definitely plenty of that before this scene. The opening credits almost had me walk out of the theater because it was just a little too over the top, even for me. It was like the Sound of Music meets LA traffic; which looking back on it, sounds really fresh!

But that scene served as an appetizer for what was to come later, a two hour celebration of one of the greatest cities on Earth. LA is a city where you can chase whatever dream you have and in the process fall in love with a kindred spirit. There are beautiful sights everywhere, whether you’re up in the hills or the mountains or you’re standing under one of its many landmarks; it’s nearly impossible to be bored there. And this is why I loved this film so much. If I could sing and dance in the streets and get away with it whenever I’m there, I would totally do it. And maybe this is why I was caught singing and dancing on top of park benches while twirling my goofy and mortified friend outside of the theater once the film ended; I wanted to be there at that moment so I too could talk passionately about music or film as if they were the only things that mattered!

But this is something Hollywood must be aware of when pushing this film come Oscar season; unless you are an art nerd or you are direct descendant of a middle to upper middle class family, chances are this film will be lost on you. I by no means would ever recommend La La Land to Jethro in Renaw, Alabama or to Tasha in Compton. But even taking all of that into account, I must give this film rating of very FRESH!


Friday, December 30, 2016


Man it sure is tough to see some of the heroes that you idolized in your early childhood grow up to become grandpas. I remember the first time I saw the film Virtuosity. It had a young, crazy, and still in shape Russell Crowe wreaking havoc and making terrible music all over the street of Los Angeles; which to be honest with you, sounds just like the Russell Crowe of today except for the fact that he’s now 300 lbs. It also had a young and hot Kelly Lynch rocking the 90’s Murphy Brown look. I don’t know what it was about the 90’s but for some reason people thought it was hot to wear pants suits with big shoulder pads in them. Why would I want to have sex with a football player with long hair? Oh well, thankfully Courtney Love came around and changed the game forever! The drugged out skanky look reigned supreme for at least a solid decade!

But even with these two adding nothing but pure freshness to this 90’s classic, Denzel Washington was clearly the star. He single handedly changed my view of Sci-Fi films and the roles Black men could play in them forever. Sure The Empire Strikes Back had Lando Calrissian (Billy Dee Williams) in it but he was reduced to being a traitor whose sole purpose was apparently to lock his buddy up while he openly seduce his girlfriend on his cloud planet. I mean dude even had a change of clothes waiting for her when she arrived; now that’s an OG playa move right there! But I digress.

Denzel was so young, cool, and hip in that film that for an entire year I tried to emulate everything he did. I changed the way I walked, talked and even smiled; and if I had the money back then, I would’ve changed my wardrobe too but sadly I had to stick to wearing British Knights for my kicks.

Well, as I watched his latest film Fences, I had to come to the sad realization that that version of Denzel no longer exists. I can take Harrison Ford limping around set with Chewbacca and I can even take Tom Cruise resorting to sea god magic to help him retain his boyish good looks but the second I saw a sullen Denzel with his gray hair and his size 18 bowling ball gut leaning up against a dresser in Fences, it finally started to sink in. If Denzel is old, that must mean that my gray hair and bowling ball gut must be coming soon too! Dammit! As if the material in this film wasn’t sad enough!

Fences is the film adaptation of the classic August Wilson play from the early 80’s. It’s the story of Troy Maxon, a Black man who lives in Pittsburgh in the mid 50’s who’s struggling to deal with both the current state of race relations in America and the lot that life has given him after he was unable to make it in the Big Leagues due to the color of his skin. He’s now reduced to being a garbage man whose only goal is to make it to Friday’s payday so he can provide for his family and have a drink of gin with his longtime buddy Jim (played by the highly underrated Stephen Henderson).

He has a faithful and steady wife in Rose (Viola Davis) and a son Cory who is also good at sports. He’s so good in fact that a recruiter from North Carolina is scheduled to drive up with the hopes of getting him to sign a letter of intent. Troy however is deadest against this as he fears his son will face the same disappointments he did, so he sees this as his opportunity to protect him from the ways of the world. And no one, including his wife, can convince him that the world is changing. Will Troy’s stubborn ways and his sense of feeling trapped in his life wreck his family or will he finally figure out what’s actually right in front of him?

The source material is of course solid but it’s the unbelievable performances of Denzel and Viola that makes this film stand out. Denzel purposely let himself go physically so he could properly immerse himself into the character of the has been star, Troy who is desperately trying to remain relevant in the world he now knows. He’s both likeable and detestable at the same time and only a character of Denzel’s quality can pull this off. I cannot tell you how many times I wanted to be on the porch chilling with troy but then five minutes later wanted to repeatedly punch him in the face while yelling "wakeup dude!" Like I said, only Denzel.

And of course Viola Davis is magnificent. Hopefully the Academy doesn’t short her this year. The first act of the film comes off very much like a play as each character spits off monologues with rapid fire (it eventually settles into the classic movie format) and she certainly holds her own. There’s one gut wrenching scene in the film’s second act where her performance in that 10 minute span alone should warrant her the Oscar. I’m not sure why it took Hollywood so long to discover her but I’m glad they finally did.

This film is both funny and heartbreaking and I strongly suggest that you check it out. It gets a rating of very FRESH from me.