Fishbowl

It's a really engaging drama about a family falling apart because of the mother's death. 3 girls who attend a Catholic school have to deal with their father's depressed mental state, worsened by his growing religious obsession with a televangelist cult which he joins as a last ditch attempt at fixing things. The feeling of everything falling apart is prevailing throughout the entire movie. I didn't quite get the ending, it was all built on implications, but it was clear enough to make assumptions. I felt engaged in what's happening to the characters and felt their emotions. It's a nice, if only pretty depressing, movie.

This is a beautifully filmed movie about a family tragedy unfolding in a small judgmental town (hence the title). Although tragic, the three sisters remained loyal and supportive of one another and surprisingly to a father with an irrational paranoid parenting style. As other reviewers mentioned, the dialog is sparse, but the creative evocative imagery moves along the dual story lines of a missing mother mystery and preparing for the end of the world.

We thoroughly enjoyed this movie recommend you take a watch.

It's clear to see what the Kinigopoulos siblings were aiming for. Take the aesthetic of 'The Virgin Suicides', the film-making style of 'The Tree Of Life' & the plot of 'Take Shelter' and simmer for 80 minutes.

They didn't pull it off.

The film has a point, albeit a rather banal one, but it is buried so deep under mounds of unneccesary style that it doesn't come through. What could be an interesting backdrop to this tale of faith gone wrong is so catastrophically underplayed that the final revelations mean nothing.

I'm intrigued enough by this directing team that I will be looking out for what comes next, but this film probably isn't worth it.

Really poorly directed and written, here we have another "movie" that has "reviews" by someone who was involved in the production. Look at the other "reviews." 2 sentences, written exactly the same.

"Awesome!"

So we're to believe someone watched this amateur production and thought it was as good as the Godfather and gave it a 10?

It's not. It's terrible. When you see the amazing 2 sentence reviews for a movie, and they're all written the same, it's shill reviews that aren't real.

Take it from someone real.

This movie sucked.

Kicked the can and triggered memories of my own catholic school daze in a rush and a flush. Back in the days when the only play at recess was: go out long. I remember loving the girl's uniforms; especially the ones for gym class. The way I'd always feel hormonally pensive during morning mass. How Jesus' wounds looked so feminine up there on that splintery cross. The stained glass for a stained class scarlet-lettered by original sin. So glad I deprogrammed myself soon after graduation. I digress.

Considering that the majority of this film's cast was in fact composed mostly of newcomers, I think they pulled it off. No, it's not as glossy or lachrymose as the Virgin Suicides, or as cracked out wacky as Take Shelter, two I'd compare it to, if only on a thematic and atmospheric level. Yes, there are a handful of half-daft moments (mostly offered up by the ancillary and tertiary characters, overuse of trans-fat yellow hues and some very poor framing) but these are overshadowed by solid, emotive performances by the father and three sisters. Belle, in particular, is incandescent and has the kind of on screen presence that makes you take pause. Hell's Belle in that Devil's costume would make even Dante blush. She's her own inferno. Dug the way the family's dull home is sort of the objective correlative of a Christian psalm about the meek inheriting the Earth. Deeply dug the rapture imagery, the father's hypocritical self-deceit manifested in recurring battles with bottles, the dueling themes of escape, and the well-timed/executed tragic flashback scenes, too. The televangelist Peltz was spot on realistic with the old compensate for my lack of sincerity with avarice-fueled charisma. He had the swagger of a young Jimmy Swaggart. I also loved the haunting soundtrack/score. The spectral vocals reminded me a little bit of the creepy nuns singing some of the darker hymns from back in the day (Under the Weight of the Wood comes to mind). The at times dirge-like music complimented the languid pacing of the film, not unlike the watery church wine used to do for that dry paper wafer during communion. Amen!