An image from RaMell Ross's new film, Nickel Boys
Like everything RaMell Ross touches, his adaptation of Nickel Boys exists on its own terms. It blurs traditional lines of genre and form, yet elicits guttural reactions from its viewers, who experience each intimate frame of film as a window into the tragic lives of Elwood and Turner as they navigate the sinister landscape of Nickel Academy.
I approached Jon M. Chu’s adaptation of Wicked with skepticism. Were we really doing this all over again? Was I still being asked to take this bizarre Wizard of Oz-inspired, anti-fascist fanfiction seriously? Those answers soon became irrelevant. Thirty minutes into the film, I leaned over to my friend and said: “I’m kind of loving this.”
After a run of crummy films about “age gap relationships," what a relief it is to see Between the Temples, a film whose maybe-lovers seem to be overwhelmed by their affection for one another.