Justin Theroux (Mulholland Drive) adroitly walks the line between idiosyncrasy and genuineness, and the result is something special. Written by David Bromberg, Dedication may not be wholly accurate as a portrait of artistic grappling, but it’s an eminently quotable and agreeably barbed romance with a true collision of convictions. Even more, it’s sincerely about one of the most difficult things in life: making real changes in oneself. While the neurotic misanthrope is a tried-and-true character of a certain brand of cinema, Crudup’s performance achieves a depth and authenticity that helps make the entire movie really sing; the audience understands the panic in his soul. Moore, too, is fantastic; she was good in American Dreamz, but here she utterly obliterates memories that she was ever “first” a singer. For the original capsule review, from CityBeat, click here and scroll down.
, a bitter, obsessive-compulsive author of a hit children’s book, who suddenly loses his creative collaborator and only friend, Rudy (Tom Wilkinson). Forced by a Christmas-rush deadline to team with a new illustrator — Lucy (Mandy Moore), a bit broken herself — Henry struggles to let go of the ghosts of sourness and resentment that poison his life.<BR><BR>In his feature directorial debut, actor <A href=)
Justin Theroux (Mulholland Drive) adroitly walks the line between idiosyncrasy and genuineness, and the result is something special. Written by David Bromberg, Dedication may not be wholly accurate as a portrait of artistic grappling, but it’s an eminently quotable and agreeably barbed romance with a true collision of convictions. Even more, it’s sincerely about one of the most difficult things in life: making real changes in oneself. While the neurotic misanthrope is a tried-and-true character of a certain brand of cinema, Crudup’s performance achieves a depth and authenticity that helps make the entire movie really sing; the audience understands the panic in his soul. Moore, too, is fantastic; she was good in American Dreamz, but here she utterly obliterates memories that she was ever “first” a singer. For the original capsule review, from CityBeat, click here and scroll down.