To conclude 'C Me Dance' week at Shatterfaced, the following is a fake* review of the film that I submitted to imdb to post on the movie's front page. Haven't heard anything back from them. Odd.


Makes The Godfather look like The Hottie and the Nottie

       I had a chance to view an early screening of this Godsend (all puns intended). As a non-denominational middle-aged man, I have to tell you, I was skeptical. A friend of mine had told me that Christina DeMarco's acting would make me cry, and I told him he was crazy. Needless to say, by the half-hour mark, my popcorn was soggy and inedible, ruined by the shameless tears no longer under my control.

       Of course, this was only made possible by the directing and writing of the incomparable Greg Robbins. Sheri's reaction of "I just wanted to dance, and hang out, Dad! And now all this." (performed flawlessly by the aforementioned thespian virtuoso DeMarco) perfectly encompasses the emotion one must feel when she is diagnosed with an unstoppable terminal illness. I saw this movie, and then I read Dubliners the following evening, and I thought I was reading a 'Betty and Veronica' comic book. I literally laughed out loud to myself at the sheer embarrassment Mr. Robbins's brilliant script put to Joyce's writing ability.

       I used to curse religion and judge anyone around me who entered a church; now, I have a pull-out cot underneath the altar of my local parish, for those times when I just don't feel like leaving. I have Greg Robbins, and C Me Dance, to thank. Jesus Christ, what a movie.


*Unfortunately, the film is only showing in Alabama, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Mississippi, North Carolina, Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, South Carolina and Tennessee. Road trip, anyone?