It's difficult, as an entertainment professional, to watch just about anything from 1988. This slice of cinematic history is riddled with ill-conceived plot diagrams, cumbersome scripts, and honestly, embarrassing special effects. But I think we often lose sight of why we sit down in front of a film in the first place. We want it to take us somewhere. I'm not sure we're even too concerned with where exactly, just anywhere. My most memorable road trip was in a VW bus, not flying first class to London. My point, is that this film takes you somewhere, somewhere else. It's thoughtful, even a bit mesmerizing. The cinematography was captivating and the costumes were perfectly period. Christopher Plummer clearly took the role seriously, and I was lulled to watch the film as a viewer, not as a critic. Put me in front of a modern indy, I'll watch as a critic- and I'll all too easily forget that there is a story, or a script altogether.
Review of Shadow Dancing
