I was becoming disappointed over the films of late that I've watched. They've all seemed to be unable to hit a mark - not left by another film, but certainly of a certain standard within my own mind. Selfish reconstruction maybe. Anyway, Rocket Science completely hit that mark for me. I could go on and on: great acting from such small players, soulful plot, amazing soundtrack that I can't stop listening to, that slightly dull, cross-processed tint of the film. Rocket Science is a little like The King's Speech and (500) Days of Summer, before they were even dreamed of - shot in the style of a Wes Anderson movie. And you know what? It's wonderful and I think Jeffrey Blitz has made a man out of this film. Or a really great film. What I personally adore is the fact that every character - literally every single one - I find something incredible about each of them. I really liked and saw the purpose of them all.


If you can see, there's a dull tinge of blueness, which really reinforces the mundane life of "the Goddamn suburbs" as well as Hal Hefner's insecurity about his voice.


IRRELEVANT NOTES: There's really only so much BBC Radio 1 a person can take - completing all seasons of Quantum Leap seems like a much more fulfilling purpose! (And I shall) Having said that, Radio 1 is currently airing a really interesting interview with an old East End lady. I've ordered farrr too many books from Amazon again despite the fact that I haven't finished the other 900 books I've hoarded over the years - currently I am reading Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency.

Labels: 2000, coming-of-age, film, Jeffrey Blitz, photos, Rocket Science, stuttering

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