Little Miss Sunshine- a review from Big Poppa
“Little Miss Sunshine” is a must see. Dad, a failed motivational speaker (Greg Kinnear), his once-divorced now in-her-second-marriage wife (Toni Collette), along with her brother (Steve Carell) a gay college professor of Proust living with them under a strict suicide watch, and her Nietsche-loving teenage son, scowling in his self-imposed vow of silence, share a journey in their old VW bus. Joining them is Kinnear’s crusty heroin snorting father (Allan Arkin) recently banished from his assisted living community. They must drive from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Redondo Beach, California because their daughter, the youngest pilgrim in this modern Canterbury Tale, a chubby 7 year old runner up in a local contest, had, at the last minute, been called upon to compete in the 7 to 10 year old “Little Miss Sunshine” beauty pageant. The sojourn ends with a dance routine previously choreographed by Grandpa in secret in their Albuquerque basement. It is the final step in a decent into hell that becomes a true metamorphosis for each one of the family. The routine says more than all the recent media hype surrounding poor little JonBenet Ramsey ever could to our jaded world. This film is conceptually so funny that you smile from start to finish without the help of a single heavy handed one liner. Its “Napoleon Dynamite” with a much sharper point. It speaks more to the human condition than any film I’ve seen this year or last. Sadly the “F word” is sprinkled liberally throughout the dialogue. But you know, some times, in some circumstances, can anything else be said really?
Uh, wow. What are you waiting for? Go check it out.
And please, don't use the f-word. Especially at church.