Movies pushing the indomitableness of human nature tend to make me puke, mainly because they're often created with a palpable self-congratulatory air by film-biz insiders whose real-life concept of "suffering" extends to being brought an incorrectly prepared frappuccino. This emetic response is doubled when the featured indomitable human happens to be a little boy--usually of the adorable-but-beset-by-troubles variety and almost always a stand-in for a director who chronically confuses schmaltz with significance. To nauseate is common, to inspire divine, but too rarely is the... More >>>