Crossing

A great piece of Canadian cinema. "Crossing" is not for the weak of heart, but it is one Canadian film that takes you on a wild ride. Sebastian Spence is enthralling as Daniel. His portrayal of a cross-dressing gangster (something that could be handle distastefully quite easily) is done without a hint of mockery or imitation. He is compelling, and one can truly sense the struggle he is having with himself.

This film host a cast of various celebutants. We have Crystal Buble (little sister to crooner Michael) in one of her first film's this reviewer has personally seen. Buble is enchanting and one cannot help but fall under her spell. Fred Ewanuick (of Corner Gas fame) is refreshingly diabolical, a step away from his usual bumbling, good natured characters we know him well as. Bif Naked also makes an appearance as the drag king extraordinaire, who we can personally thank for bringing about the internal struggle that drives the movie forward.

One aspect I personally enjoyed is the use of the Canadian local. In an age when everyone seems to be masking one city for another, this film embraces the Vancouver local, including the good and the bad. It is almost as though the city takes on the form of another character in the film, the omnipresent.

Overall an entertaining watch.

Everyone knows that late night movies aren't Oscar contenders. Fine. I mean I'll admit that I was a bit tipsy and bored and figured I'd get to some skin-a-max. It's pretty bad when the info on the TV guide channel makes fun of the movie in the description. It even gave it half a star. To be fair, I did sit throw the whole thing cause man it was soooooooooo bad. I couldn't stop laughing. I mean the words coming out of these people mouth and how they were trying to be serious. Most of the time I think the people on the screen were trying their hardest to not to laugh. In fact I think in one scene they did laugh. Anyways the movie didn't make sense. It was like that one Sopranos episode with the fat gay guy. Only the Sopranos is great show. But it was terrible, I mean, no nudity, just sex scenes out of the 90's. You know the kind that use shadows and silhouettes instead of flesh. I gave it a two cause this flick makes for a good drinking game movie. I mean with all the cheese, it helps to get the wine out. If its late at night, and all that is on TV is this and that Tony Little guy and his exercise bike, then I suggest Tony Little.

This isn't a good movie. It's just not. It's nonsensical, completely absurd (in a bad way), amateurish, and just plain bad. I'd go so far as to say it killed Sebastian Spence's career (poor guy). Even the boys from MST3K wouldn't be able to stomach this dreck enough to make fun of it.

Because I have to fill a certain amount of space in order to post this review, I'll describe a little bit of the inanity that they wasted celluloid on: the aforementioned Sebastian Spence looking consistently baffled throughout as he tries to both understand the hot mess of a script and figure out the best way to dispose of his soon-to-be-ex-agent's body; "Uncle Bunny," the least threatening mob villain in cinematic history; Michael Buble's untalented, aspiring actress sister, doing her best K-Stew impression before K-Stew was a thing; Bif Naked in the worst hair and make-up ever designed, playing a drag king with a terrible Elvis fetish; cross-dressing-- oh, so much cross-dressing-- as a story device, but for no real narrative purpose whatsoever.

Also, please note that all of the "positive reviewers" for this film have only, according to their account histories, ever conveniently reviewed one film: this gooey turd of a movie. Nothing suspect about that whatsoever (which, if you believe, then hey, I've got a bridge to sell you).

Seriously, go watch paint dry instead. You'll be more entertained.

Sebastian Spence is mesmerizing; his way of romanticizing darkness is fresh and new. Buble's unique soft approach to hard core compliments Spence nicely. Biff Naked's role adds a bit of unexpected urgency to this film.

Vancouver is finally made to shine by its own name. Never has this city been captured in such an artistic manner. The subtle humor throughout sets it apart from any other in this genre. The Croatian-Canadian crime syndicate is new territory; nothing about Crossing is familiar. Driving emotion paired with "so called" perversion, paints a beautiful picture. Crossing has ferociously re-examined sexuality.

JC