How about this for a full review of "An American Crime:" Don't see it!
It's an incredibly depressing, and important story, but it simply does not translate well into film - and by no fault of Ellen Page or Catherine Keener. I could say more, but I doubt you really want to read a whole page on why you shouldn't see a movie. So no full review. Sorry, I lied.
It's my birthday on Thursday and my mother is flying in to spend time with me. I was talking to a 5-year-old girl that I babysit for every Saturday (the daughter of one of Will's professors) explaining to her why I wouldn't be coming today and why my mom would come with me next week.
"So my mom is coming to Michigan to be with me on my birthday."
- rolls eyes - "Well, make sure to tell your mom you're
not a baby anymore!"
Let's see... I have another funny kid story. My nephew is obsessed with balloons, and has been since before he'd even seen one in real life (he would point excitedly at balloons when he saw them in books). The other day he was sitting on the couch, squeezing a balloon - I think he's technically too young for balloons...isn't the age 3? He's 1 1/2, but whatever, it wasn't unsupervised. My sister warned him it would pop if he kept squeezing it, and, of course, it did. He was startled for a moment, cried, but then got over it.
Ever since, multiple times a day he tells this story about what happened
"Balloon...BOOM!" (raises arms)
"Yep."
"Ball."
"What about a ball?"
"Balloon boom!"