I don’t know that after 26 years writing film criticism that I have ever had quite the experience I had with Wicked Little Letters that I had after seeing the film last night.
Firstly, the experience of seeing the film was surprising. I took a last minute opportunity to see a screening of the film on the Wednesday night before opening… generally a slow night at movie theaters. But this screening room was full. Not kinda full. Even as the lights were going down for the show, people were looking for single seats anywhere in the theater. As a rule, this doesn’t happen at screenings like this that aren’t mega-movies. Of course, this movie plays a little older… and while there were some under 30s, the place was loaded with adult women. At some point, I realized that I was one of maybe a dozen men in the theater.
At a time when much of the conversation is about how indie cinema will survive, the excitement for this “little” movie was exciting.
Then, after I got home and to sleep, I saw the m…
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