Director: Todd Solondz
Writer: Todd Solondz
Producers: Ted Hope and Christine Vachon
Dylan Baker as Bill Maplewood, Philip Seymour Hoffman as Allen, Lara Flynn Boyle as Helen Jordan
So is this film a satire or a true reflection of the lives of many of our contemporaries living amongst us today? The truth is that I just don’t know. The film was very uneven in that sense, and had plenty of scenes featuring real-life dramatic situations, while others, clearly indicated its “tongue and cheekness”. The point is that I couldn’t figure it out, cared even less, and I just didn’t appreciate any of the tragic characters or anything that the film had to say. Am I too much of a simpleton, and am I missing the “bigger picture” of what Mr. Solondz is attempting to tell us in his oh-so subtle and annoying depression-fest? Perhaps.
The bottom line is that as a great movie lover, I generally tend to find something nice to say about most films. In that sense, this movie did offer some true and realistic performances by its cast, especially Dylan Baker, who was excellent as the husband with the secret, and Jane Adams as the pathetic loser sister. But other than that, please don’t see this movie unless you also enjoyed other self-indulgent indie pieces such as THE DOOM GENERATION (1/10) and YOUR FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS (4/10). And another thing, a few scenes of masturbation in a film, mixed with plenty of shots of cum flying around do not an insightful, real and good indie movie make. We must always remember that a film must be interesting or insightful, or at the very least, entertaining. This movie struck out on all three counts. Where are the Tarantinos and Kevin Smiths when you need ’em?