I wanted to care. I wanted to be invested. I hear that the book is quite compelling. Perhaps I should have spent my time reading it instead.
This is the kind of film that makes me understand why the Fox & Friends tin-foil-hat brigade hates us liberals. The family in the film is all northern California boho charm, too cool to parent exactly right, having only momentary flirtations with actual discipline. Why read your kid the riot act when you can smoke a doobie all-hipster style with him at his high school graduation? This is the kind of film where stepmom is a groovy painter (Maura Tierney, all furrowed brow pout and earnestly whiny); dad’s manopausal new toe-headed toddlers never get haircuts and have cutesy names like Jasper and Daisy; the family pads around super-casz in their sprawling Frank Lloyd Wright-esque redwood-and-glass ranch; and they tool around town in a vintage Volvo station wagon (“boxy but good!”) with two bounding retriever mutts in tow. Lord, these people annoyed me. “Hey, we’re having a crisis that would cripple any normal family … so let’s all go surfing.”The film only manages to grind to some kind of life in its final 20 minutes as Carrell’s David Sheff finally writes off a son who is beyond redemption and Chalamet’s “beautiful boy” Nic Sheff truly hits rock bottom as a result. This is where the film’s bloodless dispassion does pay off. We, as an audience, have grown as numb and as immune as David to Nic’s manipulations, so when we see Nic at his most disgustingly debased, we realize that Nic’s only way out is to come face-to-face alone with his demons (and they are legion). End scene.
I’m not sure what this genre of film should be called: “Pretty hippies with moolah have troubles too?” I blame Wes Anderson and Noah Baumbach and Lisa Cholodenko and their self-indulgent directorial ilk. I attended a “magnet school” growing up in Fort Wayne, Indiana, and the campus was rife with kids from clans like that in this film; I’m guessing these directors are likely my age and came from similar upbringings as those classmates of mine. I’m probably just a cranky old fart at this point, but if I was even drinking too much Coca Cola as a teen, you’re damn well certain my parents wouldn’t just look casually over their shoulders as I passed through the front door to God-knows-where and say, “Have a good time!” I’m being judgmental, but then why else do we watch movies like this, if it isn’t to walk away empathizing “glad that’s not my life”?I should probably say more about about the movie. It’s a bore. A crashing bore. I wasn’t sure if the film wanted to be a navel-gazing After School Special cautionary tale on the dangers of drugs or was simply in love with its own masturbatory misanthropy. It’s two hours of my life I’ll never get back.
If I want to watch a film that crawls under my skin and nails the familial destabilization substance abuse can cause, give me Long Day’s Journey Into Night, The Days of Wine and Roses (at least that one has a lush theme song), The Lost Weekend, Less Than Zero, Trainspotting, The Fighter or, hell, 28 Days.
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” Indeed.
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Too bad. Could have been an important movie.
Maureen D’AgostinoPrincipalMBD Consulting, LLCMBDConsulting.org
Yeah, I had hoped for more
ouch. wow. ” I wasn’t sure if the film wanted to be a navel-gazing After School Special cautionary tale on the dangers of drugs or was simply in love with its own masturbatory misanthropy.” – my favorite line of your review. even though the film sounds incredibly poorly done, it has inspired you to write powerfully, like your hair was on fire.
Haha! Thanks – sometimes the movies I like the least spark my zippiest reviews
love beth’s comments! I really should come up with a script about my present “living with a senior citizen and the mysteries of drug-mixing and denial” and set it to music! I loved this review…I do not, however, do not love fools who pop pills like there is no tomorrow nor the docs who load them up…how dare they? afraid I have first hand knowledge. my observations have been too close for comfort. can Jack Nicholson play the lead in my rendition…I know he can sing…and he can play monsters as he did so perfectly in THE SHINING! and that magnet school? ah, yes, I remember it all too well. Michelle Obama attended one of those. her book comes out this week…and it is gonna be pretty candid. good for her. again, terrific review! a little carrell goes a long way! and drugs rank as dumb and dangerous and way too casually assigned and willingly swallowed lock, stock and barrel!
Thanks! Yes, pill popping is bad news. I dare say your script would run rings around this sub par effort. And, for sure, a little Carrell goes a looooooong way
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