This is an amazing story, and not entirely formulated for your or anyone's rote amusement. Rather, the intent of the book and movie each is to tell a story about the human condition and loss. Your review feels more like your personal reaction and emotional dialect than a movie review. Were you expecting something more digestible? My faith in Stranger movie reviews has declined.
@2 This is one of the better Stranger film reviews I have read in awhile...out side of Paul Constant's (even though I think he and I watch different movies). This review comments on acting, direction, editing, writing, and even the differences between the book and the movie all within three paragraphs. This review also actually comments on the movie (unlike some OTHER writers...*ahem*Mudede*ahem*) and not on some old Marxist text that is unrelated to a review but more a propos of a non-sensical book of how the world functions...nor is it just a series of snarky comments that barely is even about the movie (like Lindy on her bad days).
I thought the book was an exercise in intellectual masturbation by an author who apparently decided he'd follow up his brilliant and inventive debut with a mountain of lazy, trite nonsense. How many ways can we make this story an overwrought cluster f-ck of despair from whence hope shall, of course, spring eternal? Well there should be an orphaned boy right from the start, and he should have Aspergers, and his Brilliant and Perfect Father should die on 9/11, and the grandparents should be Holocaust survivors, and if you haven't cried yourself to death yet maybe you'll go see the movie too. Luckily I can pass, thanks to this review.
Fuck this fucking movie in the asshole. After five minutes, I wished the whole fucking family would have died in the towers, or even better, been hacked to death by a murdererous purveyor of theatrical justice. If the Holocaust could've prevented this type of Jewish nonsense, it would have been well worth it.