Sean of the dead
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