Seldom in film is the pain of tragedy so exquisitely rendered, so sardonic, and so hopeful as it is in Moonlight Mile.

If the emotions writer-director Brad Silberling conjures in his semi-autobiographical project sound contradictory, that is because they are more like what happens in real life and less like what happens in sentimental Hollywood weepies. In this case, it means that things are messy, confusing, giddily inappropriate at times and intensely felt.
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