Monday, March 23, 2009

NetFlux: Or How I Learned To Stop worrying and Love Craptastic Movies

Rachel Getting Married has been widely recognized as a powerful piece of cinema that everyone should see...or so I thought it was. The Oscar nomination had me fooled. Two hours later this is what I took from it:

1) What an annoyingly ultra hip multi cultural circle jerk of a weekend gathering…in CT of all places. Come on.

2)Percocets? Really? Am I a bastard for scoffing at her driving off a bridge on percocets? Can we maybe up her drugs to something more likely to plunge someone off a bridge. Maybe some special k?

3) I get that the parents response to the family tragedy is meant to reflect the complete opposite ways in which a person responds to tragedy: detached isolationism VS smothering clinginess but come on, the kids are adults give me a break.

I might be slightly jaded, but “In the Bedroom” felt like a more organic picture of loss and grieving and what it can do to you. "Rachel Getting Married" felt like “look at me” theatrics at its worst. Only missing the jazz hands. Perhaps this movie would be a good tool for addicts. I'd imagine if I were an addict and my behavior in anyway resembled the nonsense that Anne Hathaway was spouting I'd try my damnedest to stay on the straight and narrow.

I also, sadly, found time to watch "How To Lose Friends and Alienate People" and "Noble Son". Hearing Megan Fox say that cocaine makes her horny should be enough to save a movie...but it wasn't. That said "How to Lose Friends and Alienate People" was still light years better than "Noble Son", which sadly played out like a poor man's "Malice". (which coincidentally both starred Bill Pullman. That guy needs a new agent asap.)

My DVD player hates me right now.

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