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Forget about Apollo 13. Leave all expectations of an epic science-fiction saga at the entrance of the theater, because A Walk on the Moon doesn't deal with the moon at all, at least not literally. What it deals with is the cataclysmic summer of 1969 and how the changing times reflect the unstable life of one Brooklyn family. Given that, don't come into this film looking for a hippie-filled, stereotypical treatise on '60s American pop culture. The film (thankfully) dodges that landmine of boring triteness and succeeds, instead, in telling a heartfelt story of personal discovery...
...where does the moon fit in? The title refers to the Apollo-11 moon landing in 1969. In a shining example of metaphor, the story's writer (Pamela Gray) uses this historic event to parallel Pearl's exploration of her own new world. On the surface, A walk on the Moon seems like a typical story of mind life crisis and to some extent, that's exactly what it is. Pearl's sheltered upbringing lacked adventure and freedom; during the lonely nights without Marty, she comes to realize that the window of opportunity afforded by youth has been closed...
...husband is unfathomable. The shock is enhanced by Schreibier's convincing portrayal of Marty, the model of integrity and goodness. Pearl's journey of discovery has a happy ending, though one that is tempered by the sad reality of unrealized dreams. It's a mixed fate for Pearl, whose "walk on the moon" nearly costs her everything she holds dear...
...topping kings of Harvard Square, Herrell's offers orange hot fudge, hot butter rum sauce, the legendary candy "smoosh ins" and for the intrepid, Jalapeno flavored ice cream. Located in a former Dunster Street bank, the jewel of this establishment is no doubt the converted walk-in vault which is now a mirrored faux-underwater fantasy room. For health nuts, FM's pick: fat free, no sugar hot fudge...
...point. But then we arrive at Naomi Campbell's horoscope column. She opens with an honestly suspenseful, "I have to tell you the truth--ever since the legendary astrologer Patric Walker died I..." and we're prepared for something fantastic and mystical, like "I can't walk under a ladder without a black cat falling into my Prada purse" or "I threw a Manolo Blahnik mule at a mirror and haven't been able to find comfortable shoes for seven years." But instead she finishes with "I don't look at my horoscope as much as I used to." Okay...