“THE FUTURE” My rating: B (Opening Sept. 2 at the Tivoli)
91 minutes | MPAA rating: R
“The Future” is the second film of the summer to leave me stranded between admiration and nagging irritation.
The first was “Tree of Life” from the semi-reclusive Terrence Malick.
“The Future” springs from the non-reclusive-but-definitely-out-there mind of performance artist/writer/filmmaker/video artist Miranda July.
Like her debut film, “You and Me and Everyone We Know,” this is an extremely quirky affair that will charm some viewers and alienate others.
It’s about a midlife crisis, but not the typical Hollywood-movie midlife crisis where a guy in his 40s goes looking for thrills before returning to his wife with his tail between his legs.
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