Henry Hill Movie Review
After botching his suicide, the titular Henry Hill (Jamie Harrold, seen as a bit player in movies from Erin Brockovich to The Sum of All Fears) leaves New York City to live with his folks at their trashy, rural diner/gas station. Why so glum? His stage fright is so bad he just isn't going to make it as a professional concert violinist.
Enter Moira, a drifter who for some reason decides to take up with Henry, helping to coax him out of the paranoid shell built up over the years by his unsupportive and abusive folks.
There's a scrappy charm to Henry Hill that isn't completely undone by its low-budget obviousness and one-take limitations. At least it's shot on film (16mm?). But the story here is so, I don't know, uninteresting that it's hard to muster much emotion for even the good parts of the film (those are the movie's supporting players, who unilaterally outshine the two leads). I suppose Henry Hill wants to be Shine but poor Henry's life just isn't very compelling. White trash just isn't worth watching unless John Waters is doing the storytelling (and even then...).
A final thought that might very well entertain you more than the film itself: Why on earth would you give your main character the same name as the lead from GoodFellas?