Too many movies portray nudity in a crude and almost dismissive way. Cashback relates how the main character simply finds the female form fascinating and utterly beautiful. And as a boy he couldn’t understand or come to grips with the expressions on the faces of girls in a porn mag that belonged to his friend’s dad. Then he dishes out the highest form of compliment he can give – holding an art exhibition featuring tasteful illustrations of the girl he loves in her glorious form to express the depth of his feelings for her.

This was truly one of the most enjoyable movies I’ve seen in quite some time. A great story about a guy lost in his own head (we’ve all been there I’m sure) and the odd space a breakup can put you into.

The narration makes the movie.

Movies like this make Hollywood blockbusters seem crass and unthoughtful (for lack of a better word). Not everything has to be larger than life or action-packed to be interesting. This movie is about one tiny episode of an ordinary kid’s life, about freezing time (nope, no hollywood styled race-against-time car chases), about magnifying the moment to savour the beauty of it all.

The premise is charming, and the execution well done. It’s thoughtful without being heavy, and there’s daft humour without being overly slapstick.

Imo, much of the beauty lies in Ben’s narration, which reads like a book. While it may be said that a picture speaks a thousand words, beauty may sometimes be more effectively put across through subtler means, like the spoken/written word.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve walked out of a movie theatre feeling truly satisfied with a movie I’ve seen. This movie made me feel good, not in the I-got-high-on-morphine-my-brain-is-numb kind of manner, but more because I was truly enchanted.