Raw, adjective: 7. brutally or grossly frank: a raw portrayal of human passions
Another reason August is my least favorite month is that they dump all the shitty cinema bombs here to die. This year is no exception.
There's been a dearth of anything interesting out there; the theaters are full of holdover sequels from earlier this year and disasters that will hopefully fade away quickly. (Speaking of, have you read the new reviews for Scarlett Johannsen's "The Nanny Diaries?" It sounds positively god-awful. Which is not a surprise to me, since I've never been a fan of ScarJo anyway - so awkward and strangely disembodied, completely monotonic and lacking in joie de vivre.) But anyway...
The upside of that is there's a little film that's been happily hanging out at the indie theater downtown for months now, an Irish musical of sorts called "Once." And since I had a few quiet hours last night and didn't want to fill them with trite pap, I popped in to check out the buzz. And I can't say much more than: it's lovely. Charming. Sweet. Sad. Soulful. Authentic. Not contrived. Full of solid, foot-tapping, head-nodding music. And definitely made by someone who comes from a background as a musician.
Doubt it's playing many places anymore, but if you need to grab a rental in the months to come, I'd definitely recommend it.