Review of Cry Macho (2021) by Richard Brody for The New Yorker — 16 Sep 2021
Cry Macho doesn’t resound with the hectic astonishment of The 15:17 to Paris or the tragic imagination of Sully, but it delivers whispers of both. Its breezy, easygoing fable of late-life adventure and connection is also a story of an over-the-hill athlete who may meet his match on any street corner.
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This review of Cry Macho (2021) was written by Richard Brody and published by The New Yorker on 16 Sep 2021.
Cry Macho has generally received mixed reviews.
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