The biggest problem with this movie is it’s a little better than you think it might be, which somehow makes it worse. As in, it takes itself a bit too seriously, which makes most of the movie feel kind of dull.

The movie's not perfect, but it sticks the landing of its message. It was engaging - thrilling at times - and I personally thought it was a great time.

It is interesting even when nothing much happens, which is for most of its 3-hour running time. Read full review

Yes, absolutely, there is fun to be had, as well as many, many things to go boom, all amid an atmospheric urban jungle.

While a little old, I've heard this movie is being released again on the 21st of August. I was lucky enough to see it the first time around and WOW, what a great film! This film chronicles the life of people in 1950's Baltimore after WWII. I have to say that it does a good job of showing what life was like back then. The acting is great and it includes many actors who have since become larger names such as Gregory Smith, the star of Everwood, and Sarah Buxton. I would recommend this movie to people of all ages. It definitely has something for everyone and is very entertaining. While not an action film, the superb acting, character development, and complex plot make this a film that will withstand the test of time. It's definitely worth hunting down or buying!

A combination of the French and the Kiwis created this ludicrous evocation of 1950s Baltimore, cobbled together by people without the faintest idea of what Americans looked liked, sounded like, or felt like in the 1950s. I had no idea where this film was supposed to take place, then saw as the camera panned down over what looked like a suburb in a dense jungle. A title tells us that it's Baltimore in 1958. Oh, really? It looked as much like Baltimore as Wellington (where it was filmed) looks like Baltimore, that is, not at all.There are several plot lines in the film, none of which ring the least bit true. First, we have the Dad, who is forever living in a state of shame because he failed to serve in World War II. Now, this is 13 years later! No one in this place would have known or cared that one of the residents did not serve--in the course of 13 years, there would have been enough turnover in population that none of the people there in 1942 would have been the same as the people there in 1958. This is not Podunk, this is supposed to be Baltimore! It might have been a small curiosity, but David Strathairn goes around like he's wearing a scarlet A. And his sin of failing to serve is passed on to his son, who is not allowed to play on the local Little league team because of his father's shame. Apparently, there is only one such team, and it's sponsored by the VFW, and the son (Danny) is blackballed. Absolute poppycock. So Danny has an inferiority complex because of his draft-dodging father. In order to prove himself, and because of his need for some sort of spiritual fulfillment, he determines that he must climb the radio tower nearby. No one thus far has climbed it and lived, even though it looks to be only about 300 feet tall. It is scheduled to be torn down on some date in the near future, and Danny aspires for Baltimore immortality by being the first to climb it. Nothing prevents him and other kids from going up to this attractive nuisance and doing whatever they want in its vicinity. On the anniversary of one guy's fall from the tower, Danny decides to make the climb, but is stopped from doing so by a bully with a BB gun. The bully decrees that no one is to climb the tower until the 23rd of the month, just before it is to be torn down. Danny complies, but decides to get even with the bully, by setting a booby trap to make the bully fall off his bike. He escapes from the bully (thus showing his athletic ability), but fails to realize the the bully might find him at his own house. So when the bully catches up, Danny climbs up a ladder, but a rung is loose, and Danny injures himself. His arm is in a sling, and he thinks he'll never be able to climb. But there's a dying only man next door, Old Man Langer (John Hurt), who Danny's is being paid to take care of. Langer wants Danny to assist him in his suicide (he's dying of cancer anyway), but when he hears that Danny has the aspiration to get to the top of the tower, but can't climb because of his arm, Langer puts his civil engineering wizardry to use, and devises a device to raise Danny to the top of the tower. This is the most unbelievable part of the plot: each time Langer helps Danny, Langer must be dragged by Danny in a Flexible Flyer wagon up the hill to go work on the tower. No one suspects what Danny's up to, or thinks it odd that he's pulling around a dying old man in a wagon. There are more unbelievable elements to the plot. For example, Danny's dad, Earl, has been elected as the person to tell a neighborhood terror, Jack (?) that he's got to stop getting drunk a shooting off his gun in the middle of the night. By handling this assignment adeptly, Earl can remove the stigma of his WWII cowardice. And did I mention that there is also a plot involving a fornicating priest? But all turns out OK, and Danny & Earl consider, at the very end of the movie, building a house where the tower once stood. Everybody in this movie dresses in flannel and dungarees, like the director saw a photo of some malt shop in the 1950s, and decided this must be how everyone dressed. So kids, parents, even women, wore flannel shirts and dungarees. I can just imagine the yards of flannel, all in checkered patterns, that some Wellington costumer needed to use in order to create this 50s fantasy. Believe me, there were lots of people not dressed in those horrible clothes back in the 50s. David Stathairn is usually a superb actor when appearing in a John Sayles film, for example, but here is like a cookie-cutter dad from a sitcom. John Hurt is particularly atrocious in his annoying role as old man Langer--where the hell is that accent from? It's kind of like Louisiana meets Appalachia meets Oxford--but it's more like John Hurt doesn't give a damn as long as he gets his paycheck. So he's a old dying man, but he has a full head of bushy brown hair, like a teenager. Where'd that come from? He hams and hacks his way through this mess, but his performance is a good part of the mess. However, the kid, Gregory Smith, is pretty good. It's a demanding role, physically and emotionally, and the movie is almost worth watching to see this bravura performance. Undoubtedly, the kid had a good time filming out in New Zealand--he gives it his all, and is pretty good in an otherwise unwatchable, unbelievable, cloying, awful movie.

thoughtful, lucid direction with oodles of gentle, good humor smartly mixed up with some pre-adolescent raucousness and nope, not even a touch of smarminess or condescension. What could be better than that?

I saw this film at a friend's house on satellite television, and I have to say, the story isn't one of the better ones I've heard. Just look at this:12-year-old Danny (Gregory Smith) is tracked, because his father didn't join the Korea War. To proof, that he is just as brave as normal kids, he tries to climb a 60 meters tall radio tower....What a story, huh? But I was impressed how the actors made this film viewable to the bitter (!) end, especially Gregory Smith, he is a wonderful kid actor!