A lot of movie fanatics rely on word of mouth to decide
whether or not to go see a certain film. It doesn't matter whether a fantastic
film has had a lot of great reviews it only takes one bad review to ruin the
reputation of directors, producers and actors.
In my opinion I think that a bad review does ruin a film. The things that make you think mostly about the film is the review. It consists of the synopsis, a highly spoken opinion and a good star rating. I think that to review a film you must be completely unbiased and you must enjoy all films before writing an article that may or may not advertise a film properly an example of a bad review is:
In my opinion I think that a bad review does ruin a film. The things that make you think mostly about the film is the review. It consists of the synopsis, a highly spoken opinion and a good star rating. I think that to review a film you must be completely unbiased and you must enjoy all films before writing an article that may or may not advertise a film properly an example of a bad review is:
Drifting Closer but Never Enough
‘Indigo Children,’ Directed by Eric Chaney
By NICOLAS RAPOLDJAN. 16, 2014
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Isabelle McNally and Robert Olsen in “Indigo Children.” Striped
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Opens on Friday in Manhattan.
Directed by Eric Chaney
1 hour 15 minutes; not rated
Romanticized train tracks, a journal-like voice-over and the
lazy pace of a New Jersey backwater are all part of the effort to cast a spell
in “Indigo Children,” from
the writer-director Eric Chaney.
The feeling takes hold here and there as a young man, Mark
(Robert Olsen), and a self-proclaimed “indigo” teenager, Christina (Isabelle
McNally), drift closer but never close enough. Indigo is vaguely defined here
as having a certain sensitivity and even power, but the movie doesn't quite
share those qualities, collapsing from a lack of direction in more than one
sense.
Too many scenes find the actors standing around without much
idea of staging, as they airily prattle dialogue (or, just as often, Mr. Olsen
listens slack-jawed to Ms. McNally). A couple of other characters are shuffled
into the mix in a confusing manner, while bits and pieces of images and gestures
feel cribbed from a decade of indie-movie idylls.
Christina refers to herself and her ilk, without much
prompting, as orphaned souls. While Mr. Chaney’s movie wears its heart on its
sleeve, unlike some more calculated brethren, you might feel a bit left behind
yourself after its padded efforts at rural poetry.
-CM
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