Particularly, the scene where she comes home from food shopping to find her entire family gunned down by Gary Oldman and his marauding gang of Rasta Cops. Maintaining her calm, she steadily walks past her door, where her asshole father's blood leaks out into the hall, down to the end, where Leon, who she had been getting milk for, lives. She knocks on the door, desperately asking to be let in, so that even though you know that there's still another hour and a half of the movie, and that she's not gonna die right then, you feel fucking scared for.
Dude, she was twelve when she filmed it. What were you doing when you were twelve?
REVIEWS IN BRIEF, FEBRUARY 2016: DOCUMENTARIES - *Being a collection of capsule reviews of some of the non-fiction films watched by the blogger in recent weeks* * * * * * *The Pearl Button (Guzmán, 2015)...
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