The recent death of the American rom-com has been much remarked upon, but it only takes one great film to zap it back into life. The Big Sick just might be that film.
Those are a lot of plates for any film to keep spinning, and while it isn't always a complete success - it could stand to lose 15 or 20 minutes - it's the kind of sweetly funny movie love story that's so bizarre that it has to be real.
There is comic gold in the cultural disconnect between Kumail and Emily's congenial, if politically incorrect, father.
To call The Big Sick the best comedy so far this year is to skimp its appeal. It's a very funny movie with a surprising amount of depth, and somehow the jokes and the seriousness heighten each other.
Movie characters spend more time lounging around hospitals than pharmacy reps, but The Big Sick is the first "hospital film" in a while that makes us feel the stakes of a vicious mystery disease in our guts.
It's a lot for any movie to take on. The Big Sick pulls it off with unquenchable humor and ineffable grace.
Invigorates the Apatovian formula and indeed an entire genre with a thorny study of interracial relationships and the bonds that hold immigrant families together across an ever-widening generation gap.
This is an impressive first feature, one that resonates more strongly thanks to its fact-based underpinnings.
Again and again, [Showalter] finds that laughter-through-tears sweet spot, often in the unlikeliest of places.