There are moments in Mister Lonely that will convince you filmmaker Harmony Korine is some sort of whimsical visionary, highly amused yet deeply sympathetic as he celebrates the eccentric and marvels at the magical. There are other moments, however, when you can't help but suspect Korine really is a snarky con artist, a condescending ringmaster who's inviting us to giggle at tarnished stars in a campy freak show.And here's the really weird part: There are extended scenes in which both kinds of moments uneasily coincide.
Mister Lonely requires your patience and your indulgence, which it repays with vibrant images of surreal beauty, vital outbursts of rude humor and tender passages of delicate poignancy. You can read my full review here.
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