this isnt going to be short or positive
hello hello,
i thought i ought to bring the dissensus to this love in... and maybe stop omaar making a mistake
(in my opinion...)
as you might have guessed already i really didnt like this film at all, nor did i like american splendor or about schmidt... or zizou
i dont know how to sum up my objections succinctly... i'll try... there was just too much to dislike
for one thing its another of those films for people who think theyre 'arty outsiders' much in the way a libertines record is represented, maybe the taregt audience is a bit older but its the same bracket of straight white male well off middle class comfortable bored with being the hegemone (is that a neologism?) who doesnt kno what to do with everything thats chucked at his feet or cant get fucked or is feeling old or is upset that being the boss of everything didnt challenge him enough. who whats a bit of exciting rebellion (performed by someone else lasting no more than two hours). its like having the streets on yr ipod and thinking yr urban (quote off silverdollar) or being passionate about the white stripes saving rock and roll... its about buying into a pedestrianised marketed accessible mirror of culture. its fine to an extent but its not the end of everything.
those psuedo-brechtian white box scenes in american splendor make you feel all warm and artily innovative, but they are meaningless prosaic pointless signifiers of excitement (like franz ferdinands choppy guitar) and they should leave you feeling hollow
possibly the most distasteful thing is the moral that (all tho we dont like the jack guy for a while) the quick shag that he was trying to set giacometti up on really did turn out to be the panacea that the meathead imagined. we're talking about the meathead who hillariously fancied a fat person. the meat head who ended up safely back in his idyllic marrying-someone-rich lifestyle, phew! thank god for that.
while we're on the sex angle, lets look at the female 'characters', its abit of a stretch to call them characters i kno, the portrayl of women was as the most idiotically supine bestial negligent drones (what was that scene with waking up the womans kid and her not really giving a fuck... just to remind you what an evil single mother whore she was??)
oh my god i just found it exhausting!
...and the angelic limp ex wife with the orange husband... that whole making peace with the past scene was so limp!
also the whole wine thing was vacuous pretentious shit and very poor as a metaphor as well as boring, affected and exclusive...
yep for me it was a string of platitudes and cliches with an overriding stink of sub-ruling liberal class ennui. something that all those zizou/tennebaum films have as well.
did anything suprising happen in the entire film?
closely observed it might have been - but only in the sense that it was entirely cribbed from some ideal movie of this sub-genre. it was certainly not at any point an observation of life.
doesnt it annoy people that hollywood deliberately puts out films marketed as somehow outsider but theyre entirely designed as sub-cultural to the mainstream of movies and devoid of any counter-culture? devoid of any difference in approaches or technique?
hehe sorry about the mamoth post... and the bile.... i really dont like this sort of 'notting hill for boys' rom com stuff
and i think it is grossly inflated with intellectual pretensions
so uhmmm nothing personal please tell me what i'm missing, i was kind of suprised that it was getting loved up like this on here....