It gives me no pleasure to dunk on a movie directed by an established Hollywood actor turned first time filmmaker, especially a movie like Half Magic, which is clearly the product of personal experience and an act of catharsis for its author, Heather Graham. But Half Magic is really only half good at best. I won’t go into much detail here – that’s what the review I banged out for Paste Magazine is for – but suffice to say that I’m glad Graham had the chance to say what she needed, even if the result of her labor don’t add up to anything worth writing home about.
A Constant Visual Feast 