I saw Little Miss Sunshine last week, and please allow me to tell you that you absolutely cannot get your fatasses to that theatre fast enough, my friends. There is a section towards the end where you are UNCONTROLLABLY BELLY GUFFAWING OUT LOUD FOR LIKE TEN MINUTES; belly laughing like you did when you were a child watching Bugs Bunny — all lipsticked, eyebatting, and dressed like a blushing bride — clobber Elmer Fudd over the skull with an anvil. You cannot even believe how hard you are laughing. I remember looking around and listening to the sound of pure, unbridled joy surrounding me; the feeling of communion I felt with everyone else in that theatre, who were all belly laughing just as hard as I was, was actually palpable. It felt like…bliss. Gottddamnit, isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?
At any rate, it is quite possibly the best film I have seen in ten years…maybe more. And further, I think that arriving where it does — right in the thick of the current movement towards Hollywood downsizing — that it will play a large part in the shaping of where film goes from here because it shows just how brilliant, and simple, the medium can be and will be again.
Don’t read anymore about it; just go see it.