Ordona does an excellent job of painting a picture of the emotional range of the characters, with descriptions like, “Headly is touchingly brittle” and “he finds his true self while playing the ‘perfect’ version of himself”, but does so unfortunately at the expense of the nuts and bolts of the movie. If I wanted to see the main parts of a movie on the screen and not read in a newspaper calendar section I’d be a movie reviewer and not a movie review reviewer. It wasn’t until I had finished reading the review that I realized I had just eaten a plate full of pretty garnishes without a single bite of meat or potatoes.

He does handle the subtle nature of the film he is reviewing brilliantly with this line, “list of grievances nailed to the door of the Church of Materialism, but the hammer never hits the audience’s fingers.” And Ordona’s subtle reviewing style is evident and no hammer of obviousness hits the reader, instead we get a hammer with the head of Jim Jarmusch flying through cigarette smoke into the ethos. With a little reigning in I feel like Ordona could get off his flying Jim Jarmusch hammer and come back down to earth to deliver a balanced report on a movie.

Another problem that stood out was the language of the review takes center stage too often and is distracting. We’ve all been to dictionary.com, but that doesn’t mean I want to go there repeatedly when I’m reading a review. “Precipitous”, “incongruous”, “grievances” are all fine and dandy for the ruling class, but the proletariat needs the language of the people. How about high, disparate and complaints. We’re trying to get lost in a magical world of the movie review not in a teeming impenetrable brake of argot. Expect less from your audience and they will read what you write. Challenge them and they’ll find out where you live and burn your house down.

Emotions run high in the review world and although it’s a good thing to stoke those emotional fires to keep things interesting, it’s another thing entirely to dump gasoline on them. Ordona has not yet learned the delicate dance between reviewer and reader, but with time and maturity he might just tango his way into the hearts of every class of man.