A family movie

Last night I saw Romance and Cigarettes at last, and it wasn't nearly as sily as I expected it might be. But it was sillier too. And sensitive and realistic and ridiculous and over-the-top, and beautiful and brutal. And really one of the nicest ways to spend two hours. It was also nice to see that around half a dozen people in the credits had the surname Turturro, so John's clearly keeping it in the family. I can't recommend this film enough. (Unless you're particularly sensitive about circumcision, your bottom, general sexual openness, violence of any kind, you know, all the stuff Hollywood sells itself on nowadays).