It’s been a little while since I wanted to rally around a film, wanted to wave the banners high and drag people in off the street to make sure it gets the attention it deserves. This, my friends, is on of those special moments. I actually went into a free screening of this without knowing anything at all about the story. I only had a brief assumption that there was a level of comedy involved from the poster showing a small child in goggles and the name “Rambow” being spelled wrong. What I found inside that darkened theater was heart, longing for friendship, loyalty and a level of childlike innocence not seen since Stand by Me. It whisks us all back to those days when those images on the screen spawned not just a “willing suspension of disbelief” as we are told to have, but it was full on belief itself. Pedal to the metal, bear hugging belief. Continue reading →