Critics may scoff at The Harder They Fall’s conventions, lamenting that the narrative takes too many diversions into a burgeoning romance and contrives excuses to keep that romance alive. And that is a valid complaint. But The Harder They Fall proves, unmistakably, that a storyteller makes all the difference. No one is ever truly bothered by predictable narratives considering how much time we spend re-watching our comfort classics in place of new material. And sometimes all it takes is a fresh perspective, someone painting with a brush that’s just a little bit broader on an already delightful canvass, for us to marvel at a picture all over again.
Me and Earl and the Dying Girl is a brilliantly written film that doesn’t shy away from the tragedy that is Leukemia. At the same time although tries to make light of the situation is sensitive enough to know where not to cross the line.
It felt like an attempt at an amalgamation between the Avengers and Guardians of the Galaxy and whilst never coming close to either.