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Oh, gosh, I really enjoyed this when it came out. I can't remember it in vivid detail, but it works on the levels it chooses to; it has a shifting sense of realism. Susan Sarandon, for instance, is at the lower scale; Igby nearer the top.
It certainly convinced a friend of mine to try rolling joints in dollar bills...
It's an interesting companion piece, in one way, to Tadpole, which was released at a similar time in the UK. I think Igby is the stronger film, though I have a soft spot for Tadpole.
As I think of it, there's a neat little triptych of young-men-interacting-with-adults movies in the past two years: Tadpole and Igby can be rounded off with Roger Dodger, which trumps the pair of them. |
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