Roger Erbert: The Kidnapping of Arabella Review

Roger Erbert: The Kidnapping of Arabella Review

The liveliest gag of Carolina Cavalli’s sweet-natured yet increasingly serious “The Kidnapping of Arabella” arrives at its beginning. Unhappy that she has to endure a dull night amongst adults, the young, precocious Arabella (a wonderful Lucrezia Guglielmino) throws a mighty tantrum in order to not attend the celebration thrown in honor of her famous author dad, Orest D. After all, what kid wants to sit nicely at a table for several hours and get served boring food when they can go to Taco King, Arabella’s favorite restaurant? Defeated when her cries go nowhere, young Arabella joins her father begrudgingly. But that doesn’t stop her from hackling the event with frequent outbursts, hilariously yelling things like “Jonathan Franzen” and “Taco King” at random. The former is the author the cheeky kid knows her dad is most jealous of, a running joke that’s successful enough throughout the film to give us a few decent chuckles. The latter, well, where Arabella would rather be.

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‘The Kidnapping of Arabella’ Review: Chris Pine Speaks Fluent Italian in a Quirky Road Movie That Offers Equally Unexpected Surprises at Every Turn

‘The Kidnapping of Arabella’ Review: Chris Pine Speaks Fluent Italian in a Quirky Road Movie That Offers Equally Unexpected Surprises at Every Turn

Carolina Cavalli’s “The Kidnapping of Arabella” opens with one of the single most surprising things I’ve seen and/or heard in a movie this year: Chris Pine, swagged out in a skin-tight suit that makes him look like a yassified Nick Cave, seething with jealousy over Jonathan Franzen in seemingly perfect Italian.

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‘The Kidnapping of Arabella’ Review: Stolen Childhoods

‘The Kidnapping of Arabella’ Review: Stolen Childhoods

“The Kidnapping of Arabella” plays like a comedy, though comedies about mental illness are, understandably, few and far between. It helps, though, that this sophomore feature by Carolina Cavalli is Italian: The long tail of Fellini can be sensed wagging through every quirky character and unwaveringly deadpan exchange.

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