TrueJoshNight Truly Dreadful Film

DipitySkillful an ambitious but ultimately ineffective debut endeavor.

Sharkflei Your blood may run cold, but you now find yourself pinioned to the story.

Sarita Rafferty There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

jotix100 We get a whiff of the "child star" of the title on the flight that is bringing Taylor Brandon Burns to Toronto to play one of the starring roles in a movie project. Not only is he rude to the flight attendant, his own mother, a cheap wheeler dealer, capitalizes on the fact that it's the attendant's word against her son and demands compensation in the way of extra mileage points and upgrades. These two are a rotten pair!Don McKellar, the talented writer-director, pokes fun at the Hollywood movie industry and the arrogance and lack of professionalism when they go to different parts of the world to appear in front of the cameras, something most Canadians involved in the process of making movies have probably witnessed a lot.We caught with this film not too long ago on a cable channel. It was a lot of fun because Mr. McKellar, who also appear in the film, takes the viewer behind the scenes to show what really go on. Mark Rendall, who plays Taylor, bears a similarity with Macauley Culkin, is one of the best assets in the picture. A subdued Jennifer Jason Leigh, with her usual style is also effective as Suzanne, the manipulative mother of the child star.Don McKellar also appears as the driver assigned to take Taylor around. Dave Foley seems to be having a good time playing the producer and Michael Murphy is seen as the actor playing the father to the egotistical Taylor. Kristin Adams has an excellent opportunity as the love interest of the young star.

rbfetterolf How could anyone even remotely think this was any good? How could anyone call this pretentious art-house anything? I like art-house stuff and this came nowhere close to anything resembling art.I imagine that only friends of the film makers have commented here. The comments that compare the director/star to Wooody Allen are absurd and laughable. The only funny aspect to this DVD was watching the Making of Child Star and seeing people praise this guy. It looked like Alan Thicke was doing what someone else told/paid him to say when he commented on how Don reminded him of Woody Allen.I thought the whole thing was supposed to be a farce, but then it appeared like the film was really earnestly serious about preaching how child stars have such a tough life. I am not kidding . . . this movie became didactic about this point.One of the finer points of the movie was when an adult model has sex with the twelve-year-old star and nobody calls the police. The statutory rapist is portrayed as a hero in a non-ironic way and becomes the open girlfriend of the child star.I don't usually care too much about plot, but this plot was disjointed (not that this is always a bad thing, but here it is) and retarded.

Jim Stevens I loved McKeller's other film "Last Night". Unfortunately, this lame effort is uninspired. We've seen it all before and better. The film doesn't know what it wants to be - is it a comedy, a morality play about fame and the young, is it about parents living through their children, is it about manipulation? The result is a film that doesn't know what it wants to be and in turn, cannot find an audience. Like so many Canadian films, it's just not audience friendly and there is nothing in this film to get anyone but McKeller fans out to watch it. The film just unraveled (badly) and never went anywhere and then needed a long speech at the end to explain a plot we all stop caring about a long way back. The cinematography was excellent but it was wasted in this effort. McKeller can do better and has. Hopefully he can put this failure behind him.

ilpintl Disappointing follow-up to McKellar's sublime "Last Night" (one of my favorite films of all time) and "Red Violin", this film is about an obnoxious child actor in the mold of Haley Joel Osment, his equally obnoxious stage mother (Jennifer Jason Leigh), and the hapless indie filmmaker-turned-chauffeur (McKellar) who is assigned to baby-sit them. Minor hilarity ensues from the cross-border (US/Canadian) cultural confrontations and the underage star's affectation of adult nonchalance and knowledge, but not enough to rescue the film, or the viewer. I cannot imagine what possessed the wondrously gifted McKellar to consider such a banal theme. Please regard this as my personal plea to Don McKellar to return to writing and making films of the caliber of "32 Short Films about Glen Gould", "Last Night", and Red Violin".