Sheila Simmons

Such a lovelyand wonderful short. I wish that I had time like this with my husband, as he and I loved to dance and we did dance in the rain! He passed a few years a ago and this film just made me feel so happy and thought of great memories with him. Congrats to the Filmmakers on this incredibel gem!

This compelling film seems like a modern day Twilight Zone episode that is so well done, yet very frustrating at the same time. The deja vu dreams are terrifying, relentless and you can't help but feel angry and sorry for the hapless graphic designer (Joey Bada$$),as you know it will continue to happen to him no matter how he thinks he can change the circumstances, or ultimate scenario. Unfortunately, that is kind of like the circumstances that some Black men and women face every day, hoping that they won't be be the latest victim. The actors, the lovely Zaria Simone, an intense Andrew Howard as the cop and aforementioned Bada$$,are so incredible to watch and it's not an easy one. This film is so relevant, poignant, even as the credits appear, as a long,morbid roll call of the many Black victims who were murdered by the Police, usually unarmed and unprovoked. This must see and intensely real film should do well during the awards season. Congrats all around.

I loved it! I just saw it again recently and it is just as thrilling!

I wanted to like this so much and was so excited to see this film, but I didn't. Tchaikovsky's melodious score was actually used in some scenes as a background music, where you would recognize some strains of it and that was disappointing.I understand the attempt at a new perspective, but at times, it seemed like I was watching Narnia and was waiting for Mr. Tumus to come out and offer tea. The young leads were fine and you can tell that Helen Mirren and Kiera Knightly were having a blast playing their characters. I wish there was more dancing, as that is what The Nutcracker is famously known for. Of course, the divine Misty Copeland was so splendid, but there was a strange cut in which it seemed like the dance was abruptly stopped,then it suddenly cut to another scene. She didn't get to dance as much as I hoped, but I did enjoy what we saw of her,especially at the end. On a personal note,aside from Mickey or Jerry, I have a acute aversion to rodents, to the point where I can't even look at them, so seeing the first few of them running throughout the house during the film's opening kind of skeeved me out, as it is not a pleasure to have those unsightly visitors scampering about your home. It got worse from there. I think because this film was produced by Disney, someone took the term 'House of Mouse' literally, as one mouse actually became a co-star and was featured prominently, more so then Richard E. Grant, who probably wasn't thrilled to be usurped, or second fiddle to a rambunctious rodent. Now I know why his character was played so icily . GCI, or not, it took all of my resolves not to go running out the theater screaming like a lunatic when they basically 'released the rodents' and they came scurrying forth, looking so much like the frenzied, harried shoppers on Black Friday when the doors are opened at the mall. Plus,I don't know anyone who would get a thrill of having hundreds, and I do mean hundreds, if not thousands of rodents running running across their body. And I wasn't alone in that thought process. Some teen girls screamed,and yelled out how disgusting that was,one mom gasped and told her kids to close their eyes. It was quite unsettling to see. Remember when I said it got worse earlier? Yeah... they weren't done with sending me in a downward spiral of my hardcore musophobia. Onscreen came...The Mouse King.That royal rodent ruler in a word- was gross. It wasn't a virile dancer in a gray,furry costume- no.... his humongous, almost Kong-size body was comprised of mice and maybe a few rats were thrown in for good measure. It look like every New York subway rider's worst nightmare come true,aside from increasing the fares of the Metrocard. Why? It don't see the point of that. One dad grabbed up his kid and ran toward the exit. I wanted to go too, but I still had a lot of popcorn left and it doesn't taste the same sitting in the lobby. I simply averted my eyes to the top of the screen until it was over. I don't think that this will become a holiday classic,like the wonderful Mikhail Baryshnikov / Gelsey Kirkland version, or what the various ballets companies are offering now, but I do applaud the ambitious efforts of trying to imagine, or infuse different realms into a singular story, a but this may the a case of the Nutcracker wasn't broken- especially since Fritz never got anywhere near it- so there was no need to fix it.If anything, perhaps build a better mousetrap.