“America” is entirely unpretentious, lovingly made and tells a genuinely engaging — even haunting — story.
While the film disappoints on setting, it overwhelmingly delivers in its exploration of the world of magical creatures.
The movie walks the line of cliché, but its familiarity works in its favor.
After the initial eeriness of the premise wears itself out, there’s no tension at all, just scene after scene of jump scares and Mary worrying about jump scares.
It’s going to become more and more important (and it’s already pretty damn important) to read books, watch movies and listen to music created by people that are not like me.
Since movies are a mirror reflection of society, it means we as viewers have an underlying mindset that enables this type of cinematic ethnocentrism.
I could point to any one shot and call it equally the most heartbreaking or the most uplifting moment in the film.
There is no excuse for talking during a movie. If you’re guilty of doing this, stop ruining 90 minutes of other people’s lives and reevaluate your own.
Maybe it’s just Montana in the quiet winter.
It isn’t the kind of movie where the evil aliens are outwitted at the last possible second by a Goldblum-led crew of plucky humans. It’s a movie defined by what it says rather than what it does.