If you know me at all, you know I'm pro-immigration. Until today, that is -- when I began to question allowing certain foreign filmmakers access to the USA to make their movies. Back in 2003 Frenchman Bruno Dumont went to California's Twentynine Palms to make his abysmal two-hour movie of the same name, which proved that he had not a clue to what made human beings, much less Californians, tick. Now another Frenchman, director/co-writer Erick Zonca (The Dreamlife of Angels) has journeyed both to the USA and to Mexico to bring us JULIA, and in the process appears to have lost all sense of reality, not to mention moviemaking ability. As a Californian born and bred, I admit its denizens are often off the wall, but M. Zonca has made them seem so very loony that they don't even need that wall to bounce off. As for Mexico, it and its populace exist here for one purpose only: yes, kidnapping!
Julia, distributed by Magnolia Pictures, opens in theatres on Friday, May 8.