I don't have "write a review" time today. I do have "write a little something" time lobbed atop a scintilla of "fap violently" time. I kid, I kid, I tell the truth, whatever. One of the episodes of Joe Bob's Last Drive-In (renew that Shudder subscription) gives prominence to 2014's A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night. This Iranian block of vampire noir received a squillion accolades upon its release. I'm just now catching up with it and...yeah, it definitely exists. I did love the black-and-white cinematography, the focused cast, and the unique mood. Really, the key word is "unique." A Girl doesn't feel like any other film I've seen in recent years.
All of those lovely provisions cannot atone for a pace slower than an octogenarian wearing ankle weights. Couple that with a fairly skeletal plot and cut to me zonking a snooze. The 101-minute runtime doesn't help. I can see why A Girl made waves, but she didn't move me much.
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