"So this isn’t a film for everyone. If you don’t enjoy movies about characters who are trying to be thoughtful as they search out their roles in life, you shouldn’t go. If you don’t believe that broad comic scenes can work mere minutes from quiet, subtle drama, you shouldn’t go."
This isn't either/or. You can still think Dave Eggers is a no-talent retarded hipster fuckwad AND appreciate movies with "thoughtful characters", etc. The problem is that Eggers and his android wife are ridiculously shallow people (read their books!) whose entire shtick is that they are not shallow.
The boner Eggers must've got when he got a fucking movie deal. Good grief. God I hope this thing fails.
Typical Stranger-style there Harold--once someone gets successful and makes a name for themselves, they are automatically deemed to have no talent...
...that attitude seems to be pretty damn retarded-hipster- fuckwadish to me.
Everyone I know who slams Eggers also seems to slam all young authors who have made it (Safran-Foer comes to mind). Get the fuck over yourselves. Just because they came up with their schtick before you could think of your own doesn't make them shallow or pretentious...just clever.
What a pretentious, condescending review. Thinking this movie sucks does not make you a shallow curmudgeon. You may just dislike the banal preciousness of Eggers/Vendela's writing and the broad caricatures of family dressed up as insightful archetypes. Sorry, this movie sucks. Eggers, despite all accounts of being a nice person, running a nice non-profit, and publishing a frequently witty magazine, is not a very good writer. And neither is his wife. And Sam Mendes is probably the most overrated director of the bast 25 years.
I wish I could give Paul Constant an award for most enjoyable, readable and fun writing in the Stranger. You make this paper better sir! Oh wait, im supposed to talk shit aren't I?
I'm surprised at the negative reviews cited. I didn't think the film was super great – definitely there is some sappiness cloaked in self-awareness, particularly toward the end – but what shouldn't be missed it that much of it is greatly hilarious. If LOLing nonstop at Maggie G.'s hypershallow trust fund posthippie character (or Alison Janey's character) is wrong, I don't wantsta be right.
This isn't either/or. You can still think Dave Eggers is a no-talent retarded hipster fuckwad AND appreciate movies with "thoughtful characters", etc. The problem is that Eggers and his android wife are ridiculously shallow people (read their books!) whose entire shtick is that they are not shallow.
The boner Eggers must've got when he got a fucking movie deal. Good grief. God I hope this thing fails.
...that attitude seems to be pretty damn retarded-hipster- fuckwadish to me.
Everyone I know who slams Eggers also seems to slam all young authors who have made it (Safran-Foer comes to mind). Get the fuck over yourselves. Just because they came up with their schtick before you could think of your own doesn't make them shallow or pretentious...just clever.
Please get hit by an asteroid.
Sincerely,
The Rest of the World
I'm surprised at the negative reviews cited. I didn't think the film was super great – definitely there is some sappiness cloaked in self-awareness, particularly toward the end – but what shouldn't be missed it that much of it is greatly hilarious. If LOLing nonstop at Maggie G.'s hypershallow trust fund posthippie character (or Alison Janey's character) is wrong, I don't wantsta be right.