Ariel (Emma Bolger) and Christy (Sarah Bolger) are two little Irish 
        girls, who have hopped the U.S./Canada border, and immigrated into the 
        States with their parents (Paddy Cosidine and Samantha Morton), who buy 
        an apartment in a rundown and dangerous Manhattan complex with literally 
        all the money they have. Their father, Jim, is an actor, searching for 
        any performing job that will allow him to start immediately. Their 
        mother, Sarah, was a teacher back home, but she must settle for work at 
        an ice cream parlor, in order to support the family. In many ways, the 
        girls would like to adapt to the American way. They begin this 
        transformation by going trick-or-treating in the building that they live 
        in, but only one man opens the door for them. His name is Mateo (Djimon 
        Hounsou), but he is referred to as “the man who screams,” by the 
        occupants of the apartments surrounding his. This is because he keeps to 
        himself, but yells so loud sometimes that the entire complex can hear 
        him. However, he ironically befriends the girls and their family, and 
        halts their transitioning, making them aware of many things about life, 
        in general. In the midst of all of this, the four are also still 
        mourning the death of their son/sibling, who was just two-years-old when 
        he fatally fell down a flight of stairs.
        
             In America works 
        because the story is told in the eyes of the girls, making for a light 
        tone. Because of their young age and simplistic knowledge about the 
        world, they have little fear or worry. For example, take the incidence 
        in which they go trick-or-treating. Despite the fact that they live in 
        an unhealthy and frightful place, full of bad people, they still 
        anxiously pound on everyone’s door multiple times, in an effort to get 
        their fair share of Halloween candy. When he first meets them, Mateo 
        shouts at the two as they chant the beloved words “trick-or-treat” at 
        his apartment’s entryway. Rather than running away, as a normal person 
        would, they increase their voices. They’re clearly intrigued by the new 
        country, not afraid of it. Also: look at the time in which they first 
        observe how badly their parents are in need of money. Ariel and Christy 
        believe that their mom and dad will be able to work their way out of it, 
        and that good times ensue in the future. If In America had been 
        about Jim and Sarah’s hardships, then I guarantee you that I would’ve 
        despised it. It could’ve been a blatant and helpless film, only 
        discussing losers and their problems. But, instead, it’s an uplifting 
        one. It’s made in such a way that will cause audiences to root for the 
        girls and their parents. Ariel and Christy have hope, and this is 
        key to the impression that the movie will make on its viewers. In 
        America isn’t profound, but director Jim Sheridan, who has written 
        this screenplay with his two daughters, and based it on their own 
        personal experiences, knows how to find an emotional resonance with his 
        audience. This, alone, makes it well-worth seeing; you will undeniably 
        leave the theatre touched.
        
             As good as the Bolger 
        sisters are as Ariel and Christy, and Cosidine and Morton are as their 
        parents, I believe that the best performance belongs to Hounsou. He 
        creates one of the most wonderfully emotionally violent characters in 
        the history of film. When with the girls, Mateo remains subtle and 
        gentle, a model figure for them. But when contemplating his own personal 
        issues, he has eruptions of confliction and craziness. There’s something 
        remarkable about Hounsou’s work when this happens; his performance 
        doesn’t only appear to be real, it feels real. Acting is 
        certainly the strongest aspect of In America, and he is a 
        terrific representation of this.
        
             When we watch this 
        movie, we feel as though we’ve been transported into a world of only 
        optimism and ambition, in one of the most paradoxical of places. Our 
        protagonists do not seem like dreamers, but wishers. And for the whole 
        film, we’re merely wishing with them—wishing that their wishes come 
        true.
         
      
        
             This is not a movie 
        about the world, in general. It’s about the conflict between and the 
        contrasting ways of people, and their behavior as a result of it. All 
        director Vadim Perelman requires of his audience is that they understand 
        his characters, even if they may not sympathize for them. House of 
        Sand and Fog’s intentions are pure; realism isn’t nearly as 
        important to the story as the interests and opinions of personalities 
        that we become acquainted with during it.
        
             Jennifer Connelly plays 
        Kathy, a woman whose house is mistakenly taken from her, when records 
        show that she has not paid her taxes. It’s auctioned off to Behrani (Ben 
        Kingsley) and his family, who have been exiled from Iran. The house has 
        been in Kathy’s family for years, and was left to she and her brother 
        (who does not live there) by their late father. Since Behrani will not 
        sell the house back to the government, Kathy will face an uphill battle 
        in getting it back. Kathy also has hardly any money, because she’s a 
        low-paid housecleaner, making the traumatic event even tougher. On top 
        of all of this, she begins to fall in love with Lester (Ron Eldard), the 
        police officer who comes to evict her. He’s unhappily married, only 
        staying with his wife to make life easier for his children, but 
        instantly changes his mind when his relationship with Kathy begins to 
        bud.
        
             Kathy and Behrani 
        aren’t likeable characters by default, and director Perelman doesn’t 
        give viewers an answer as to who they should root for. It’s not his job 
        to guide us into taking someone’s side. There’s no need for us to do so, 
        either. We pondering the actual confliction between the two characters 
        is much more crucial to the impact in which the film will put upon us. 
        Why should Kathy and Behrani’s disagreement affect their physical 
        actions so much? Is it human nature, their pasts, or the given issue 
        that’s causing this? Can we relate to them? On the surface, perhaps not, 
        but their desires are usual, just presented in an exaggerated form. 
        However, it’s this exaggeration that leads to the depressingly painful 
        finale, which both shows and symbolizes the intentions of the two. These 
        are noticeably triggered by both Kathy and Behrani’s passion towards 
        various aspects of their lives and them beginning to be true to 
        themselves. This is presented in a frankly brute form, but it’s a 
        strikingly honest one, albeit stretched. The point of House of Sand 
        and Fog is not to depict a situation, but to observe via reflection.
        
             Kingsley and Connelly 
        are both fabulous, and quite daring in their portrayals of these 
        characters. The two talents show us the clash between Kathy and Behrani 
        in an unlikely, but wondrously profound way. For Kingsley, this means 
        dramatizing his character, and emphasizing the grounds on which his 
        position is based upon. I believe that the life that he has lived 
        creates his opinion, in addition to imminent fear that lurks within his 
        family, as a result of previous experiences in their native country. The 
        way in which he deals with the entire situation may not be a good 
        method, but it’s evident why he chooses it. Connelly’s work is a little 
        more ambiguous, but she undeniably hits the right note. It is, however, 
        clear that Kathy’s life has always been a never-ending cycle of 
        negativity. Connelly illustrates this in a flawless manner, which is, in 
        a sense, exhaustingly magical. She and her co-star deserve Oscar 
        nominations.
        
             To create a story, you 
        need a conflict. House of Sand and Fog is about conflict. This, 
        alone, makes one hell of an enriching, interesting, and emotionally 
        engaging story. It is one of the year’s best motion pictures.
         
        
        
        
        
             The family film is one 
        of the only genres of the medium that the industry can never quite 
        master. Most movies that are content appropriate for kids, and advertise 
        themselves as fun for adults as well, usually fail because they’re one 
        of three things. (1) Too cutesy. (2) Too kiddy. (3) Too obvious. I 
        couldn’t even attempt to make a list of how many pictures have been 
        torturous to view, because they are characterized by one of those 
        adjectives. But if I managed to write one, the latest version of 
        Peter Pan, directed by P.J. Hogan, would not be on it. This movie is 
        sweet and honest with its viewers, always maintaining a delicate balance 
        of humor, romance, and adventure. Imaginative and inventively wondrous, 
        it has the ability to sweep every viewer away. Peter Pan is 
        engagingly brilliant, a stroke of true genius—so amazing that it’ll be a 
        complete shame if it doesn’t get the recognition it deserves.
        
             I’m confident that I 
        watched at least one of the original versions of Peter Pan when I 
        was younger, but I don’t remember anything about them. Going into this 
        movie, all that I knew about the story was that it featured a boy named 
        Peter, that he could fly, and that Michael Jackson thought that he was 
        him. Hence, it was no surprise that I was so greatly immersed in the 
        plot, and the ideas that it presented. The experience was wildly 
        unpredictable for me; I was able to respond to it in a wildly infectious 
        and loving way. The world that Hogan has created is hypnotizing, and I 
        am confident that anyone, even if they’re familiar with the story, will 
        be transfixed by it.
        
             For those of you who 
        are in the minority (as I was), and have absolutely no clue as to what
        Peter Pan is about, please allow me to indulge you in the 
        following explanation. Wendy (Rachel Hurd-Wood), a British girl, is 
        visited in her home by Peter Pan, a boy who can fly and lives in the 
        magical world of Neverland, where children remain young for an eternity. 
        Wendy hesitantly leaves the world as she knows it and goes with Peter to 
        Neverland, along with her two brothers, John and Curly (Harry Newell and 
        George MacKay). They, too, learn to fly like Peter; all you must do to 
        do so is think happy thoughts (or touch fairy dust). In Neverland, they 
        must fight along side Peter against his arch-enemies, the villainous 
        Captain Hook and his fellow pirates, but they are happy for quite 
        awhile. However, when Wendy thinks about love and the other luxuries of 
        growing up (which are absent in Neverland), she soon convinces several 
        of the kids there that they should return home, even though Peter 
        refuses to leave. This leads up to a mystical climax that’s completely 
        satisfying. It’s a big and grand story, and has a sort of epic feel 
        about it, which is pretty astonishing, considering the material.
        
             And while the gigantic 
        scope of the film certainly enhances it, the best part of the entire 
        story is rather small—Ludivine Sagnier as Tinker Bell, the tiny fairy 
        that accompanies Peter everywhere he goes. Sagnier, the sexy French 
        actress who starred in both of Francois Ozon’s latest efforts, 
        Swimming Pool and 8 Women, has become one of my favorite 
        modern-day performers. She’s actually quite miraculous in this role; 
        even though she doesn’t have any dialogue, her talented expressions make 
        the movie. She’s both hilarious and saddening; I’m not using hyperbole 
        when I say that her work the most poignant and expressive of the year. 
        This fact may be scary, but it’s true.
        
             The visuals are also 
        extremely impressive, and it doesn’t take us long to notice this. When 
        the kids leave for Neverland, and soar past the planets in the solar 
        system, I was stuck by a feeling of joy. I grinned the entire way 
        through Peter Pan, simply because of the eye candy, let alone the 
        other dazzling features. Though it may sound silly, this deserves to be 
        a contender at the Academy Awards, two months from now. It’s one of the 
        biggest technical triumphs of the year.
        
             There have been many 
        adaptations of the classic novel Peter Pan, but this one most 
        definitely deserves to be recognized as the best. If it isn’t, then I’m 
        going to scour my local video store, in search of unbelievable greatness 
        in one of the previous editions of the film.