Super Good!

Title: Super 8

Directed By: J.J. Abrams

Written By: J.J. Abrams

Starring: Joel Courtney; Kyle Chandler; Elle Fanning; Riley Griffiths

“Super 8” open in the seething lonely cold town of Lillian, Ohio to a broken home, saturated with braces and home video cameras, it’s 1970 something and Joe Lamb [Joel Courtney] has just lost his mother, the caked snow and Nordic blues of Lillian frame Joe’s despair and what will be the film of 2011.
It starts off slow, a band of foul-mouthed misfit filmmakers headed by Charles Kaznyk, a portly tyrant hellbent on winning the local film festival. Summer’s here and Charles with Martin, Cary, Joe and Alice by his side plan on making the film of the decade, and Abrams begins his relentless meta-referencing in this beautiful, nostalgic, perfect film about the pangs of being in 3D and coming of age. A mysterious typically J.J. Abramsesque violent explosive event occurs and starts Joe on a journey of discovery and unbridled courage and bravery all inspired by a beautiful young girl, whose father happens to be his father’s mortal enemy. The gang geared with their Super 8 camera and teenage libido’s embark on the town now in the wake of a cataclysmic train wreck to make their film and do all in their power to get their dicks wet.

It’s spectacular and I’m not referring to the CGI or the flawless Michael Giachinno soundtrack or Larry Fong’s painstaking attention to detail cinematography or the out of this world art direction, I’m talking about everything! The performances are out of this world, the script is perfectly balanced and the big mystery – which Abrams is synonymous for – is so superfluous in comparison to the magnificence of this film that you completely forget about it and get lost in the magic of Joe’s courage and desire for gash.

Like Les Quatre Cents Coups and “Le souffle au cœur” after it “Super 8” is teenage angst and fury wrapped in the most delicate of handkerchiefs growing legs in every direction to touch and mesmerize.

There’s something literary about Super 8, which makes it an immediate comparison to Jean-Paul Sartre’s “words” or Albert Camus “First Man”

All I can say is “Wow!”

J.J. Abrams take a bow

I give it 10 Hoers!