When folks ask me what movies I’ve seen lately that I like, I always respond with enthusiasm.
Ten minutes later, when I’m out of breath, comes the inevitable response: “Well, I’ve never heard of that one,” people always say, eyeing me with suspicion, as though I might have imagined the entire experience.
“Paint,” whose marketing budget appears to be in the pennies, is my current answer.
It’s unlikely to rival “Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves” for brand awareness.
However, it is the year’s sweetest cinematic surprise so far, containing much of the childlike tenderness and dry whimsy of a Wes Anderson film, minus that director’s sometimes-suffocating obsession with surfaces.