Lynne Ramsey's We Need to Talk about Kevin puts me in a difficult position. On one hand, the film is a brilliantly staged masterpiece, featuring some of the year's most daring performances. Without a doubt, it is a searing and powerful work of art. On the other hand, I could never bring myself to sit through it ever again.
One morning during a school yard disagreement, a kid named Zachary hits a kid named Ethan in the face with a stick, cutting his lip and breaking two of his teeth ("...and causing nerve damage to the right incisor," his Mother will curtly point out).
Despite a rough day at work and a line that stretched into the theater parking lot, I felt practically giddy as I waited to see Monday night's screening of Cyrus. At last a break from the formulaic Hollywood drivel I normally review! For some time the indie scene has been abuzz with talk of the "mumblecore" movement and the Duplass Brothers in particular.