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My Problems With: The Book of Henry, and the Delayed Script

Post author By You Call Yourself a Film Critic
Post date August 23, 2019
1 Comment on My Problems With: The Book of Henry, and the Delayed Script

I think we all have that story stuck in our heads that we can’t let go of.

Tags Amblin, Colin Treverrow, Dean Norris, Gregg Hurwitz, Home Alone, Jacob Tremblay, Jaeden Liberher, Jurassic World, Lee Pace, Long written screenplays, Macaulay Culkin, Naomi Watts, Star Wars, Steven Spielberg, The Book of Henry

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Cork Film Festival 2017

Post author By You Call Yourself a Film Critic
Post date November 29, 2017
No Comments on Cork Film Festival 2017

Okay, let’s get this shit started!

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Movie Reviews

The Book of Henry: A Review/Rant/Something

Post author By You Call Yourself a Film Critic
Post date August 1, 2017
2 Comments on The Book of Henry: A Review/Rant/Something

(SPOILER WARNING FROM HEREON OUT!!!!! I spoil absolutely every aspect of this movie in this review. You have been warned)

Inevitably Preamble-y Intro

I try my best to avoid using the word ‘pretentious’ when it comes to film criticism.

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