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It’s just another in a long line of ‘meh’ Hemingway films.
My Golden Days is a typically ardent example of the French coming-of-age film—maybe too typical at times, although it has surprises in store.
Despite the clumsiness, the film casts a spell. Its jazz rhythm has something to do with this.
Remniscent of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Jeff Nichols’ new film, featuring a supernatural boy, misses the fun that made its precursors shine.
If you thought your family was bad, wait until you see this film.