The cinetrix took herself to see Little Miss Sunshine on Friday afternoon, and while I delighted in the swaths of cheery yellow festooning the lobby and even the underpaid Cuban drone employees, I left just under two hours later feeling kinda... grey.
Yes, the performances and performers are all top-notch. Steve Carell is a marvel. Paul Dano rocks my world. And if at this late stage in the game you need me to single out the unstoppable Toni Collette for praise, there's no helping you. Really, my only complaint is not enough Alan Arkin, but then the same could be said of life in general.
It's just that, well, I have a suspicion that this is a soulless Sundance darling masquerading as something soulful. Could be the relentless advertising campaign has me digging in my heels.
Or maybe I just liked this road-trip dysfunctional family comedy better when it was called The Daytrippers.
Or maybe I liked this youth beauty pageants are fuuuucked up social satire better when it was called Drop Dead Gorgeous.
Either way, meh.
