It's hard to take seriously the semi-literate post of my esteemed fellow Canuck cinephile, which dismisses this film as "the reason Canadian movies are bad." First of all, it's not bad. It bears some of the marks of low-budgetdom -- murky sound, occasionally jerky editing, and intrusive background music -- but it is unjust and unseemly to lay these sins (aside from the third, perhaps) at the door of the cash-strapped indie filmmaker. The script was admirable, full of quirks and tender moments and character-driven humour. Whence the charge that it was "full of clichés"? How many cross-dressing gangster flicks has this beleaguered reviewer been subjected to? The acting was quite good, even affecting, and the lead actor was hot. Hot, hot, hot. The sex scenes were sexy, and there were plenty of 'em. (Another curious charge -- would the previous reviewer have been satisfied only with hard-core penetration?) I liked the fact that the filmmakers refrained, almost strenuously, from showing a single pretty shot of Vancouver throughout the entire film. I wish they had continued to refrain until the very end: in fact, the ending is my only real complaint. Too sentimental, too pat, too Lions-Gate-Bridge-y. But getting there was fun, so it's hard to complain too much. Worth seeing.
Review of Crossing
