04 November 2004
MOVIE: SEEING OTHER PEOPLE (2004).
A woman dissatisfied with her thin sexual history proposes to her fiance that they sleep with other people, guilt-free, until the day of their wedding. The only reasons we picked up this odd little male fantasy (it was the woman's idea!) were because a) the likeable Jay Mohr was in it, and b) it had a little Sundance Festival palm d'or thingy on the cover. Why, I now have no idea.
The problem with this movie is that its main conceit, that a couple would venture into such an agreement so fraught with built-in problems, leaves the story with no place to go. Think about it for a second. See? You've already called the whole plot line in your mind, McFreud: Sex is never just about sex, sex complicates things, and in the end there's a reason why we humans keep returning to love and companionship as a major goal in life. And...eject disc.
Seeing Other People does have some really hilarious moments, especially during Andy Richter's scenes. It indulges a few spells of genuinely witty, Tarantino-esque academic hipster ranting. But the last half of the film, having painted itself into a corner, throws its hands up, tosses all its characters into a blender, and hits Puree, as a last-ditch attempt to provide the trauma needed to give the viewer an exhausted sense of revelation at the end. Just kinda dumb.
I love my cats. It's not their fault I'm allergic to them.
03 November 2004
PHOTO DIARY.
Four more years of fear.
02 November 2004
PHOTO DIARY.
Ah yes, the cursed "Slow Life" stew, which when consumed penalizes the user with -2 dexterity against all melee & missile attacks (magic attacks excluded).
MOVIE: SIDEWAYS (2004).
A struggling writer takes his has-been actor friend for a week-long bachelor party celebration in Santa Barbara's wine country. Now, Josh said about this film: "If NPR were a movie, it would be Sideways." And he's partly right. Its mores include literary agents, the offhand quoting of obscure poetry, the Industry (that's showbiz for anyone not from LA), and wine connoisseurship. It would all be ripe for parody--if it weren't so damn funny.
Remember Election? Same director: Alex Payne. He's got this great talent for drawing absurd microcosms with a deft (and brutal) penstroke, and here he offers yet another well-crafted neo-sitcom on par with Curb Your Enthusiasm. Paul Giamatti plays Miles, a supremely loserly writer, with an intense vulnerability that filled me with despair even as I laughed my ass off. His best friend Jack, a washed-up actor/perpetual horndog with the personality of a misbehaving puppy, brilliantly counters Miles' insecurities and hilariously esoteric pontifications ("hints of rasberry with a frisson of oak"?) with bone-headed winners like, "I think it tastes pretty good," or my favorite, "You need to get your joint worked over, bro."
Payne avoids painting himself into a corner of trivial folly by framing his collection of wacky situations around Miles' gut-wrenching & emotional gauntlet. Even the silly, womanizing Jack has a piece of his soul at stake. What could have been a simple two-man comedy riff (Bill & Ted's Excellent Wine Tour) turns out to be a story tempered with the gravitas needed to clear the way for Payne's nuanced sense of humor. Although you could say that the film's final sight-gag is anything but subtle, and one of the best uses of full-frontal nudity I can remember.
I'd also like to get a copy of Barely Legal? No--the new one?
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