‘My True Fairytale’ tells the story of a girl who, after a tragic accident, becomes someone who can save the world.
Directed by: D. Mitry.
Starring: Emma Kennedy, BJ Mitchell, Morgan Lindholm, Juliana Destefano, Hector Hugo, Mark Daugherty, Joanna Cassidy, Bruce Davison, Darri Ingolfsson, Taylor Cole, Alyshia Ochse, Corin Nemec, Arnold Chun, Vincent van Hinte, Anthony Richard Pagliaro, Warner Adachi, Jay Jingco, Leticia Robles, Jasmine Hester, Dominic Pace, Benett Pace, Kristin Carey, Darren Barnet, Ellen Schoeters.
Country: United States.
Running time: 86 minutes.
I figured there were two ways to do this:
I could have stayed in the film critic position that has to pay respect to the objective frame of mind that we are so damn proud of, and must always respect for the sake of holding film as the imperative form of art.
Nevertheless, film is also a personal channel and this is something I cannot react to negatively when it is done well. In other words, this time I decided to enter D. Mitry‘s territory with a different mindset. I’m a mere passerby glancing at the filmmaker’s final intention. And I understood it quite well. I won’t condemn other ways because this is a community that thrives on different opinions, and that distinction is what makes it unique. Arguments vary in views and weight, but everyone’s entitled to their own.
My True Fairytale is a lovely idea that wasn’t supposed to be something other than a message of unconditional love. It’s a film of course, but beyond its structure and melodramatic tone, there is a truthful method of grief and dedication that I can’t exclude
The horrific tragedy that’s too hard to accept
Angie Goodwin is missing. She and her friends have involved in a car accident. The rest seems to be OK but Angie is nowhere to be found. This causes a sort of family reunion that sparks back to life some conflicts between her father and her grandparents.
Her friends are also shocked at her disappearance, but they have family issues of their own. It seems the accident brought up certain discussions that now seem inevitable.
Angie’s father is dealing with his daughter being missing and a broken relationship. But suddenly Angie appears and she seems eager to help him with everything. It seems that the accident gave her the strange ability to help everybody and make her a life savior.
Passing through bumpy, flawed roads
D. Mitry‘s film is a cheesy adaptation of a Hallmark card. Nobody can deny this. It’s a film with a constant, sad tone that’s hard to digest considering the happy ending is predictable and we know it’s coming. So, is it worth going through a badly acted, sometimes confusing, and excessively mystical film?
This is a work of love and it shouldn’t be measured any other way. It’s a film made by a man dealing with loss and trying the express the horrific feeling he had to go through when his daughter tragically passed away in a car accident. So, my respects, and admiration for at least opening his eyes towards an artistic set of expressions that seemed to help him at some point.
A final, spirit-lifting objective
The film’s turning point comes at a swift third act that opens the curtain towards a heartfelt message of closure. My True Fairytale is a coping mechanism in the form of an amateurish script directed by a man who found film to be a proper channel for grief. My True Fairytale is no fairytale at all. It’s an intimate look into the world of several families whose situations are simply not what they seem, and the one girl who’s trying everything in her power to shed some light in those dark corners of reality.
– The film doesn’t cut back on its true intention, even if it takes too long to confirm what’s already predictable and expected.
– It’s excessively dramatic in its subplots. Some of those tear drenched scenes were not necessary.
– Some elements seem underused. The clearest example is the presence of veteran actors that are only stuffing in a few scenes.