A peg legged pollyanna named Peter
(Favorite films are themed by month. Happy Women’s Month!)
About half an hour in, I was dejected that this was going to continue as an inoffensive and bland YA music fantasy (I was here purely so Hunter and I could see the F Murray Abraham Q and A) rife with cliche - kids put on fronts, you know, and sometimes even stagger under the weight of expectations - and some good Mozart songs, but thankfully, it gets much, much worse when Iwan Rheon appears as the comedic relief that…
Not at all trying to claim any sort of revisionism for this movie - it is, by large, objectively poor in terms of script and direction, and cheesy in a terribly flat way. But God - GOD - I am fully convinced that the film in its entirety it is nothing more than an excuse to get to *that* scene: Sam Elliot, the original Ghost Rider, going on one last ride with his undead horse through the nighttime Southwest landscape…
Studio Exec: So, you hear about this Michael Oher guy, defensive line for the Baltimore Ravens?
Me: Yeah, incredible story. Guy brought himself out of poverty with his sheer skill and determination, made it to the NFL!
Studio Exec: Epic! Good thing he had the help of a wise, God-fearing white woman played oh so lovably by Sandra Bullock!
Me: Whoa - no, no, Chad, please don't take this where I think you -
Studio Exec: Oh, yes. Her journey…
For Your Consideration: this film's trailer for Best Live Action Short Film