The sledgehammer preachiness of Mark Pellington’s Nostalgia almost scans as a failed hipster joke.
It combines the brooding intensity of a slow-burn thriller with the high-flown ornamentation of a gothic melodrama.
The fantasyland-set script has a habit of wrapping up serious situations through flippantly easy shortcuts.
There’s a deceptive layer of questioning in Brougher’s POV that always keeps the viewer alert.
In spite of its stupid self, The Grudge 2 looks and sounds phenomenal on DVD.
There’s no way America Ferrera and Amber Tamblyn could ever fit into the same pair of jeans, but the film’s positive portrait of teenage femininity is otherwise honest and mature.
The film’s acknowledgement that growing up often requires coming to terms with loss results in a mature, untidy view of adolescence.