There’s a measly chance that this will open closer to the Jersey hood in the coming weeks, but nothing is set in stone. Rian Johnson’s Brick is such a weird, inconspicuous beast that I almost feel obligated to support the guy’s career and see this, The Brothers Bloom, his second feature. I’ve just been unable to work up the necessary excitement over the thing, from the ‘lighthearted, tricky con man’ plot to the unconvincing trailer. Mark Ruffalo is the man, though, and I’ve been searching for a nice and small cinematic treat. Something tells me that this is just that.
Now, about that pain-in-the-hole train commute just to drop $12.50 to see it. Bullocks.
But, seriously, seek out Brick, whether at Blockbuster or on cable. Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s coming-out-as-a-powerful-actor party, Meagan Good’s sole moment of purecredibility, and lines and lines of noir-channeling dialogue and conceit, all set as a sort of high school murder mystery.