I’m a crier. A good film always gets to me—a specific line, a particularly harrowing performance, something happy, something sad, there’s really nothing off limits to my tear ducts reacting. But I rarely hiccup cry and try my hardest to hold in my sobs as a courtesy to everyone else sitting in the theater. Megan Park’s My Old Ass falls into the latter category, in which I’m now writing through my tears and still crying.
My Old Ass is impeccable—a worthwhile, thoughtfully crafted coming-of-age film with compelling performances from beginning to end. From the writing to the nostalgic lens in directing, it’s a film that forces viewers to look back and stay present simultaneously. This is a film worth watching because these types of lessons, though they aren’t unique to anyone who’s old enough to have seen countless films, are still significant to remember.
