It is dispiriting to watch such talented people try to animate this turgid blueprint.
Don’t try to make these guys more real, because that was never the point.
Of An Age opens with a sequence worthy of entry into The Cinema of Stress library (think Uncut Gems or Dog Day Afternoon), but in 1999 and with a gay bildungsroman.
Everyone is delightfully lost in a softly Lovecraftian Osmosis Jones labyrinth with climate change overtones and lovely faceless critters everywhere, trying to pantomime meaning to these stumbling humans.
A dour, paint-by-numbers contemplation on trauma and dislocation unfolds, and we see two actors capable of tremendous expression stuck in a place that won’t allow it.
Rarely do we feel like we are experiencing the thing itself, but rather a setup for a different, later event, which will probably not be the real thing either.
Had the movie embraced its creepier glimmers, Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile may have been an appropriately horrific October release. Instead, it bears only the suggestion of such a thing and never finds distinction.
Ultimately, whether the show is any good does not depend on how well it “gets” Chicago, on a logistical or even cultural level, but on whether it is entertaining or not.
At Cole’s Bar last week, Speak Up/Warm Up hosted steadfast and resilient local authors.
“Brick by Brick” features re-creations of famous architectural feats.