Junebug was good, but really made me feel uncomfortable. I loved the opening with the outsider artist as it reminded me of an excursion we once made to visit
James Martin at the Donald Duck Ranch. He was delightfully excentric. In Junebug though the artist seemed to turn much darker.
The Characters were good, but totally creeped me out in their disfuntionalness - they all needed years of therapy and even then, I wouldn't want to hang with them. I think it did a great job of capturing the telling silences and cutting passive agressiveness of families - but sheesh, this one depressed me. Glad I saw it, but happy we rented and didn't buy.
Brick was a delight. I loved the classic Noir tale, rolled out in the context of a High School - the showgirl being the Drama class diva, the stoners a sort of outer circle of a darker force. There were moments when the dialogue just didn't seem right coming out of a high school student, but then as a metaphore for the melodramatics of that time in one's life, it seemed to work just fine.