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Tonight I made the mistake of getting Northfork for us to watch. Big mistake.

If I had paid to watch this, I think I would have demanded my money back plus interest. I'd reserved this from the library because I had an interest in it, at least the movie that I thought it would be. The trailer (which preceded Greenfingers and Focus on DVD, if I recall correctly) seemed to me to be a sardonic look at a 1950s small town (very small) that was being relocated due its positioning right in the middle of what was to be a new reservoir, and the story of the men who were faced with such a task. James Woods among them, even. That movie I wanted to watch. Instead I got this high-concept thing with an ugly Daryl Hannah and Anthony Edwards as a four (or more) eyed freak with wooden hands about chasing the so-called unknown angel, and the mischevious little boy who may just be a cherub in disguise. There's much, much more to it than that but none of it matters, let alone makes sense, and I think what the Polish brothers meant to instill a sense of wonder creates bewilderment instead. Bewilderment, followed by frustration if not dementia.

Avoid this movie. I cannot think of another Daryl Hannah movie that I have watched (save for Blade Runner) let alone one that I liked, but if this is how she is to be remembered her prospects are dim indeed. Nick Nolte pops up, too, and frankly he hasn't done too much that bowled me over either. Yet these two names are likely selling points. Go figure. Avoid this movie!