It isn’t long into Todd Louisa’s new film, Hello I Must Be Going, before you have a pretty good idea of what’s going to happen. In this case, that’s not a bad thing; it’s really enjoyable watching it play out.
My productivity’s taken a nosedive, which is probably why, when I looked at my calendar and realized I had to turn around this latest iteration of Bottle Rocket, I reached into my booze closet and pulled out a bottle of 2010 Nosedive.
Back in the late 1970s, cameraman Trent Harris was testing out new equipment outside a news station in Salt Lake City when he came across and started filming a kid who called himself Groovin’ Gary, an odd young man from the small town of Beaver, Utah.
You’re forgiven if the new comedy Bachelorette seems to you like a knockoff of Bridesmaids. After all, it’s about three bridesmaids—Kirsten Dunst, Lizzy Caplan and Isla Fisher—whose night spirals out of control mere hours before their friend.
Anyone with kids knows that when you lose track of them at Chuck E. Cheese’s or Target, or even your own home for just a few moments, you’re suddenly gripped with a kind of terror so strong that it’s practically indescribable.