I saw C.R.A.Z.Y. tonight. Ended up going with my supervisor, since he was keen to see the “best Canadian Film of the year”. He didn’t like it much, something about it being too entertaining. I got an off-the-cuff lecture on the superiority of Russian Literature on the ride home. Fair enough, I’ll have to read some Tolstoy one of these days.
I liked the movie quite a bit. Not the best I’ve ever seen but it had some interesting characters and a neat mystical/catholic undercurrent. And Patsy Cline! The main boy (”Zac”) has a gift from God, a case of asthma, and a penchant for pushing prams and wearing dresses. In 1960-1980s Québec.
The casting was pretty solid. Michel Côté was great as the father (they did a good job of aging him as the time passed) and the director’s own son was very expressive as Zac aged 6 to 8.
See it if you get a chance.