Have any of you seen “American Beauty” yet? If you have…are you with me? This movie is, as one critic apparantly put it, a flat-out masterpiece.
Chatterbox that I am, I didn’t say a word until we were all the way home, and even then I pretty much didn’t want to discuss it. I felt that words would fail me; they still do. This film defines Great Art (that’s also wildly entertaining). Isn’t truly great art supposed to reach down inside you and touch something deep? Change your view of the world? Speak to your most cherished truths…isn’t it supposed to communicate Truth and Beauty? Well, this film qualifies bigtime.
Brilliant. Moving. Hilarious. Painful. Amazing. It really did rock my world.
On a more pedestrian note, review wise: Spacey is the very best you’ve ever seen him, and that’s saying alot. I can’t imagine the film being quite as brilliant without him. This had better be his Oscar. It might be Anette Bening’s, too. The kids are all startlingly good. Chris Cooper is shattering.
The script, which of course is everything, is flawless. Not a single wrong note. And the director…well, it’s unbelievable that this is his first film, that up until now he had only directed theatre, because I have never seen such passionate and perfect use of the medium to bring a story to life. You can tell that this man was bursting to escape the confines of the stage. And he had the perfect partners in whoever did his cinematography and production design.
Everything about this film was uniformly excellent, I cannot say a thing in criticism. And off the top of my head I would say the last time that was true was when “The Godfather” came out.
See it. See it, see it, see it. And above all, open yourself to what it really has to say.
I am #1. Everyone else is #2 or lower.