“I’m gonna find my mom before she forgets about me,” says nine-year-old Carlitos (Adrian Alonso) to his best friend. It’s been four years since his mother left Mexico to find work in Los Angeles, promising to bring him over as soon as she saves up enough money.
Set in the kind of snowy, bleak small town that provides settings for the novels of Richard Russo, Snow Angels often feels like it is gently but determinedly struggling to be less grim than it is.
In the interests of objectivity, I like to approach a new movie as a tabula rasa, knowing as little about it as possible. Sometimes this can be a mistake. Take the example of Street Kings, which like many movies these days has no opening credits. Had I known, as I learned at the end, that this LA cop tale was written by James Ellroy, I would have watched it with a different set of expectations.
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