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SHORTBUS
Nostalgic critics often praise films because they remind them of the old movies of the kind that just aren't made anymore. I mean, your sweeping romantic epic (hence my weakness for The Fountain), your hard-boiled detective yarn (Brick transposed film noir fatalism to high school rivalries, and I went for it big). You don't see a lot of porno musicals these days either, so this polymorphous-perverse fable of the lost and horny in post-9/11 New York City was for me a great leap backward, and brought a piquant makeover to the atrophying indie-film genre. The movie has hard-core couplings (and triplings), and a rendition of The Star Spangled Banner that you have to see and still won't believe. It's not great, but it's sweet and smart, and the best in its field. Also alone out there.
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