I had one film under my belt and a hankering to make it a double-feature. The sun was about to set on Midnight Sun, I checked into the last screening on the last day of its theatrical run, half-expecting to make an early exit. It’s kismet, I tell you, like toys of destiny drawn together! The first thing that hits you is the color, a stylistic choice generally left unconsidered when one is trading in such movie-of-the-weak material as a young woman (Bella Thorne) with a rare disease that transforms even so much as a ray of sunlight into a lethal poniard. But color is essential to photographing Thorne, her generation’s answer to “Technicolor Tessie.” Allowed outdoors at night, and then only with the permission of her dotingly dopey dad (funnyman Rob Riggle, knowing when not to break character), she takes up residence at the local train station, serenading homeward-bound commuters. There, she encounters romance in the form of Patrick Schwarzenegger. A romance that holds the cheese, coming soon to a Redbox near you! (2018) — Scott Marks
This movie is not currently in theaters.