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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.
In the filmmaker’s latest, moments pass like sands through the hourglass, or tears in rain, or whatever other greeting-card profundity you want to offer.
Esperanza Spalding, Susan Orlean, The Flavr Blue, David Crosby and more.