Children abide (or don’t) in this week’s new movie releases, including The Florida Project and Goodbye Christopher Robin
Matthew Lickona 3 p.m., Oct. 20
A when-the-cat's-away youth comedy: boy meets callgirl and turns the family home, in his parents' absence, into a brothel for his schoolmates. Less vulgar than most youth comedies, but "vulgar" is still applicable. And although a decent battle is put up against implausibility, it is a losing battle all the same. (Are high-school boys really as starved for sex, and as flush in the pocket, as cowboys at the end of a trail drive? Are there no girls in high school? If not, where are they?) Notwithstanding a couple of dreadful dream scenes and a couple of sex scenes that only look like dreadful dream scenes, the visual style is the main asset: camera placements, cuts, fadeouts, all contribute to the humor. They contribute more, anyway, than the computer-programmed dialogue: "I don't believe this! I've got a Trig midterm tomorrow, and I'm being chased by Guido, the Killer Pimp!" Newcomer Paul Brickman is responsible for both the direction and the script. With Tom Cruise and Rebecca De Mornay. 1983.