Mr. Vincent (1997)

MR. VINCENT suprises with its solid unpretentious moxy
Director Robert Celestino pays homage to John Cassavetes in MR. VINCENT, with lots of emotionally charged black and white photography. And it works, in part because the characters and context are so different form much of Cassavetes' work, but also because Celestino only infuses this homage throughout his otherwise straight-ahead film.

MR. VINCENT is a resonant emotional wringer of a movie, surprises with its solid unpretnetious moxy. Even though the characters are unlovable, it has the power to enthral. Will it send you out the door feeling good about life? As in reality, there are no easy answers.

Mr. Vincent pack emotional Punch
When I first saw Mr. Vincent I was blown away. How could an indie movie shot in New York for peanuts be so emotionally draining that I needed a jack and coke just to return to my normal pace. Mr. Vincent is one of the best acted indie films I have ever seen, and I trust me, I have seen many. Director Bob Celestino works with actors in a way that most indie filmmakers don't understand. Bob Celestino just may be New York's best kept secret.

Indie filmmaking at its best
Sharp little film about obsessive love and its consequences. No one is caught "acting" here, and that is the movie's greatest strength, it has the feel of real life. There is enough angst to emulate any Ingmar Bergman movie, but every situation rings overwhelmingly true. The abrupt ending disappoints, as some loose ends remain, but overall, this is a solid independent effort and it is highly recommended. The film transfer is fair, picture is hazy but acceptable.