Little Boy 2015 Full Movie Watch Online

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Little Boy 2015 Full Movie Watch Online

Little Boy

Theatrical release poster
Directed by Alejandro Gómez Monteverde
Produced by Eduardo Verástegui
Leo Severino
Written by Alejandro Gómez Monteverde
Pepe Portillo
Starring Jakob Salvati
Emily Watson
Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa
Michael Rapaport
David Henrie
Ben Chaplin
Eduardo Verástegui
Ted Levine
Abraham Benrubi
Tom Wilkinson
Music by Stephan Altman
Mark Foster
Cinematography Andrew Cadelago
Edited by Joan Sobel
Fernando Villena
Production
company
Metanoia Films
Santa Fé Films
Distributed by Open Road Films
Release dates
  • April 24, 2015 (2015-04-24)
Running time
99 minutes
Country United States
Mexico
Language English
Budget $20 million
Box office $7.3 million

Little Boy 2015 Full Movie Watch Online

Little Boy is a 2015 World War II war drama film produced by Eduardo Verástegui and Leo Severino, edited by Joan Sobel and Fernando Villena, directed by Alejandro Gómez Monteverde with music by Stephan Altman and Mark Foster and written by Monteverde and Pepe Portillo. The film stars Jakob Salvati, Emily Watson, Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa, Michael Rapaport, David Henrie, Ben Chaplin, Eduardo Verástegui, Ted Levine, Abraham Benrubi, Tom Wilkinson. The film was co-produced by Metanoia Films and Santa Fé Films. The film was released on April 24, 2015, by Open Road Films and was released on DVD and Blu-ray on August 18, 2015 by Universal Pictures Home Entertainment. The film received negative reviews from critics and it earned $7 million on a $20 million budget.

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Little Boy 2015

The signature image in Little Boy, a colossal miscalculation in audience uplift, is of the title character stretching out his arms, scrunching up his face, and groaning with intense concentration. Small for his age, hence the nickname, 7-year-old Pepper Flint Busbee (Jakob Salvati) performs this ritual several times throughout the film, always when attempting to move an object with the sheer power of his belief. More often than not, it actually works: Onstage, during a magic show, he appears to slide a glass bottle across a table, Jedi-style. Later, in a far grander display of his apparent gifts, he wows a crowd of skeptics by seemingly creating an earthquake while trying to nudge a mountain. What Pepper really wants, though, is to bring his father back from the war. And so he stands on a dock and points his hands in the direction of the Pacific Ocean, defying the setting sun, focusing all his desire on one point in the distance, until…

Well, it has to be seen to be believed, frankly. Giving the title a whole new meaning, one that World War II buffs should have no trouble guessing, the moment is almost too tasteless for words. (We’re in Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close territory here, people.) Yet long before Little Boy has gone full-tilt over the edge, flirting with treating a grand-scale tragedy like a miracle, it’s revealed itself to be the kind of inspirational entertainment that would rather feed its audience comforting platitudes than deal with the tough questions a handful of its characters raise. Here, faith is not a tool for self-improvement or a route to inner peace, but a kind of magic ticket, making all dreams come true. God may work in mysterious ways, as one devil’s advocate reminds, but movies like this do not. There is only one way it can end.

Set in a fictional town on the California coast, before and a little after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Little Boy presents a nostalgically overlit home front. (“Just like you see in postcards,” the folksy narrator helpfully notes.) Here, Pepper and his beloved pop (a pudgy Michael Rapaport, playing one of those idealized movie dads who’s really a kid at heart) disappear into elaborate playtime adventures, which director Alejandro Monteverde visualizes as chintzy cowboys-and-pirates interludes. They’re no phonier, really, than the brief glimpses of “real” combat he eventually cuts to—or, for that matter, the film’s gauzy vision of small-town America. Speaking of fake, there’s the film-within-a-film magician Ben Eagle (Ben Chaplin) screens before his show. It looks exactly like what it is: a clumsy facsimile of “old cinema,” featuring both spoken English dialogue and random, silent-era intertitles.

Once dad gets shipped off to the frontlines, having agreed to take the place of flatfooted older son London (David Henrie), poor Pepper becomes fixated on the idea of willing his safe passage home. The town priest, Father Oliver (Tom Wilkinson), sends the mopey moppet on a kind of spiritual scavenger hunt, handing him a list of dictates like “Visit the sick” and “Feed the hungry.” The most important of these tasks, he insists, is the befriending of an elderly Japanese immigrant named Hashimoto (Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa), who the rest of the community treats like a traitor in their midst. “Your faith won’t work if you have even the slightest bit of hate in you,” Father Oliver insists, and so Pepper begrudgingly shadows the old man, until a bond slowly develops between them. It’s the most admirable passage of the movie, mainly by virtue of the friction it creates between the idyllic wartime imagery and the racism of the townspeople.

Unfortunately, Monteverde directs these moments—and every moment, really—with all the subtly of someone playing church organ with a sledgehammer. The bombast reaches hysterical levels early and often. One scene thunderously crosscuts between Pepper getting knocked around by bullies and his dad being captured by Japanese soldiers. Another finds the boy dreaming of walking through the ruins of a devastated city, his clothes vibrant against the desaturated rubble, like the girl with the red dress in Schindler’s List. You end up just feeling sorry for the performers, wringing a few drops of honest emotion from this egregiously sentimental material. Both Tagawa and Wilkinson are excellent, especially when seated across from each other, debating finer points the film won’t otherwise address. And Emily Watson brings a certain steely dignity to the thankless role of Pepper’s vigilant mother, even as the film often asks nothing more from her than uncontrollable sobbing. (A decent chunk of the running time is devoted to people blubbering in close-up.) But no amount of fine acting can save Little Boy from the empty catharsis of its ending, which again treats faith like a blank check waiting to be cashed. “Believe the impossible,” the tagline commands. It’s a promise this shameless film has no intention of breaking.

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