Welcome to another movie that belongs to the genre of "Life is terrible and nobody's happy." If you're in the right mood for them, they can be terrifically entertaining. One of my favorite movies of its year was The Florida Project because of its realism and sorrow. Sonny is a drama about a young man who wants a better life for himself than he was born into. Okay, that's not exactly what it's about, but in a nutshell, that's the basic message that people in the audiences can relate to. In a tearful monologue, Harry Dean Stanton admits that there every single moment of the day he wishes he was someone else. "If I look too close in the mirror, I might see me. I don't think I'm quite ready for that," Mena Suvari confesses.
Those of you who've read my reviews know that I'm notoriously harsh on films that glorify prostitution. Sonny portrays it as the seedy, humiliating, disgusting business that it is. Brenda Blethyn is at her best: low-class, ignorant, selfish, with an edge of sugar that's equal to the edge of vinegar. She plays James Franco's mother and pimp, and when he returns from three years in the army, she expects him to pick up right where he left off. He doesn't want to, and in a heartbreaking scene, he seeks employment at a clothing boutique only to be recognized and embarrassed by former client Brenda Vaccaro. This is a far cry from Pretty Woman, folks, so don't expect Franco to run off with Mena Suvari, his mother's new employee. They form an attachment because they feel like they're both trapped and both know what it's like to carry the stigma of working in prostitution, but the movie spends much more time lifting the lid on how the other half lives than on a little romance.
If you're watching this movie for Nicolas Cage, he doesn't show up until the last fifteen minutes, and you probably won't even recognize him. However, since he did direct and co-produce the movie, you're still seeing his handiwork even when he's not on the screen. This is his directorial debut and it doesn't feel like it was made by a newcomer. There are no glossy edges, and most scenes are set in broad daylight so the characters have no filter to hide behind.
The performances in this heavy drama are extremely strong, and if you can stomach it, watching it for the second time will bring out previously hidden layers. Mena Suvari has the deadened look that real prostitutes wear; it's clear self-hatred replaced self-respect long ago. James Franco shines in scene after scene as he degrades himself and lets other's expectations of him take precedent over who he thinks he could be. Anyone who thinks Julia Roberts played a realistic prostitute should watch Sonny and get an education. They get treated like garbage, they get humiliated, and sometimes they don't even get paid. It's a terrible, dangerous way of life.
It's understandable that Sonny wouldn't find a very large audience, but if you like James Franco-his talent, I mean-you should consider renting it. Yes, he's ridiculously gorgeous and puts on the Southern drawl he's perfected through the years, but this is not a steamy movie to rent for girls' night. If you're renting it, it's because you want to see another facet of his versatility.
Kiddy Warning: Obviously, you have control over your own children. However, due to graphic sex scenes, I wouldn't let my kids watch it.
Those of you who've read my reviews know that I'm notoriously harsh on films that glorify prostitution. Sonny portrays it as the seedy, humiliating, disgusting business that it is. Brenda Blethyn is at her best: low-class, ignorant, selfish, with an edge of sugar that's equal to the edge of vinegar. She plays James Franco's mother and pimp, and when he returns from three years in the army, she expects him to pick up right where he left off. He doesn't want to, and in a heartbreaking scene, he seeks employment at a clothing boutique only to be recognized and embarrassed by former client Brenda Vaccaro. This is a far cry from Pretty Woman, folks, so don't expect Franco to run off with Mena Suvari, his mother's new employee. They form an attachment because they feel like they're both trapped and both know what it's like to carry the stigma of working in prostitution, but the movie spends much more time lifting the lid on how the other half lives than on a little romance.
If you're watching this movie for Nicolas Cage, he doesn't show up until the last fifteen minutes, and you probably won't even recognize him. However, since he did direct and co-produce the movie, you're still seeing his handiwork even when he's not on the screen. This is his directorial debut and it doesn't feel like it was made by a newcomer. There are no glossy edges, and most scenes are set in broad daylight so the characters have no filter to hide behind.
The performances in this heavy drama are extremely strong, and if you can stomach it, watching it for the second time will bring out previously hidden layers. Mena Suvari has the deadened look that real prostitutes wear; it's clear self-hatred replaced self-respect long ago. James Franco shines in scene after scene as he degrades himself and lets other's expectations of him take precedent over who he thinks he could be. Anyone who thinks Julia Roberts played a realistic prostitute should watch Sonny and get an education. They get treated like garbage, they get humiliated, and sometimes they don't even get paid. It's a terrible, dangerous way of life.
It's understandable that Sonny wouldn't find a very large audience, but if you like James Franco-his talent, I mean-you should consider renting it. Yes, he's ridiculously gorgeous and puts on the Southern drawl he's perfected through the years, but this is not a steamy movie to rent for girls' night. If you're renting it, it's because you want to see another facet of his versatility.
Kiddy Warning: Obviously, you have control over your own children. However, due to graphic sex scenes, I wouldn't let my kids watch it.