Summary
YOU KNOW where you are with palindromes. If you're fortunate enough to have one for a name, I can reveal that you rarely, if ever, forget how to spell it. Palindromes have pleasing symmetry. They're neat and tidy; they end where they began. The same cannot be said, however, for Palindromes the film, which is directed by Todd Solondz and will be slinking into a cinema near you this weekend. Palindromes is not tidy, predictable or elegantly selfcontained. No, Palindromes, even for those well-versed in the weirder excesses of the American indie sector, is a lot to get your head around. It makes Solondz's earlier works - Happiness, for instance, in which a paedophile confessed his proclivities at painstaking length to his pubescent son; or Storytelling, in which a white girl urged on her black lover with liberal use of the n and f words - look positively tender. In Palindromes, fervent pro-lifers salvage aborted foetuses from rubbish dumps to give them proper burials.
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Solondz's Eight Troubling Faces of Aviva On Cinema
Christian song-and-dance routines are performed by amputee children. Scattergun vulgarity, bitter satire, cloying faux- sentiment - it's like a Robert Crumb cartoon strip brought to life.
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