To Leslie is the kind of perfectly fine film that’s a minor hit at South by Southwest, goes on to win maybe a few Independent Spirit Awards and then vanishes from recognition for all but the most ardent fans of either indie cinema or its particular lead actress. And there isn’t anything wrong with that, those kind of movies are good and useful -often great places for filmmakers and actors to stretch their capabilities in interesting ways. They don’t tend to stick around thought. But of course this one is an exception. Here I am covering it almost a year after it premiered to a modestly positive response at SXSW, for reasons both good and arguably bad for the movie’s publicity. Andrea Riseborough’s out-of-left-field Oscar nomination for To Leslie is both a blessing and a curse for the scrappy indie movie from Michael Morris -his first feature film, though he’s been a prodigious and successful television director, and even one-time director of the Old Vic in London. Potentiall...
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