I had a chance to view an early screening of this Godsend (all puns intended). As a non-denominational middle-aged man, I have to tell you, I was skeptical. A friend of mine told me that Christina DeMarco's acting would make me cry, and I told him he was crazy. Needless to say, by the half-hour mark, my popcorn was soggy and inedible, ruined by the shameless tears no longer under my control.
Of course, this was only made possible by the directing and writing of the incomparable Greg Robbins. Sheri's reaction of "I just wanted to dance, and hang out, Dad. And now all this." perfectly encompasses the emotions one feels when she is diagnosed with an unstoppable terminal illness. I saw this movie, and I read "Dubliners" the following evening, and I thought I was reading a 'Betty and Veronica' comic book. I literally laughed out loud to myself at the embarrassment Mr. Robbins's brilliant script put to James Joyce's writing ability.
I used to curse religion and judge anyone around me who entered a church; now, I have a pull-out cot underneath the altar of my local parish, for when I just don't feel like leaving. I have Greg Robbins, and C Me Dance, to thank. Christ, what a movie.
Of course, this was only made possible by the directing and writing of the incomparable Greg Robbins. Sheri's reaction of "I just wanted to dance, and hang out, Dad. And now all this." perfectly encompasses the emotions one feels when she is diagnosed with an unstoppable terminal illness. I saw this movie, and I read "Dubliners" the following evening, and I thought I was reading a 'Betty and Veronica' comic book. I literally laughed out loud to myself at the embarrassment Mr. Robbins's brilliant script put to James Joyce's writing ability.
I used to curse religion and judge anyone around me who entered a church; now, I have a pull-out cot underneath the altar of my local parish, for when I just don't feel like leaving. I have Greg Robbins, and C Me Dance, to thank. Christ, what a movie.