Sean of the dead

Sunday Tasmanian - Tassie Living - - Movies - LEIGH PAATSCH

ANY­ONE in the mar­ket for any­thing weird need look no fur­ther than This Must Be The Place.

This an­gu­lar, in- jokey, out- there af­fair is your one- stop shop for strange in the com­ing weeks.

Let me hit you with a brief plot synop­sis. ( And let me add, you can’t make up this stuff. Though clearly, Ital­ian writer- di­rec­tor Paolo Sor­rentino has gone right ahead and done so any­way.) Meet Cheyenne ( Sean Penn, above). He used to be a Goth rock star. He still kind of looks like one ( imag­ine Robert Smith, the lead singer of The Cure, if you left him out­side for six months). But he no longer acts like one. Nor does he have time for mat­ters mu­si­cal. He would rather get on his skate­board and day­dream­ily roll through the day.

Though US- born and bred, Cheyenne now lives in ex­ile in Dublin with a very un­der­stand­ing wife ( Frances Mcdor­mand, be­low with Penn). Who, umm, is also a fire­fighter.

When his es­tranged fa­ther dies, Cheyenne ven­tures back to the US, where he be­lieves a score must be set­tled on be­half of his dead dad, a Holo­caust sur­vivor.

See? I told you this is a strange movie. But it is also a strangely en­gag­ing and touch­ing movie. Par­tic­u­larly if you can de­code the cryp­tic beats ( high- pitched voice, heavy make- up, hardly any fa­cial ex­pres­sion) with which Penn taps out his per­for­mance.

Now show­ing State Cinema

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