A long time ago, a critic reviewing a novel said that when a writer writes about a writer suffering from writer's block, you know everyone is in trouble. This picture fits that definition to a tee. This film is as pretentious a piece of navel gazing as every hit the screen.
Good direction and some terrific acting, especially on the part of Chris Cooper, can't make me feel any better about having waisted two hours of my time on this film.
Why anyone should have cared for a single one of the characters in this movie, I cannot imagine. Watching the spoiled, well connected in-crowd feeling sorry for themselves is not my idea of entertainment.
This was a virtual love song to the self obsessed "me generation," and a pretty good explanation of why most of the films they make are so quickly forgotten.
I'm sure this film will be forgotten soon, too.
Good direction and some terrific acting, especially on the part of Chris Cooper, can't make me feel any better about having waisted two hours of my time on this film.
Why anyone should have cared for a single one of the characters in this movie, I cannot imagine. Watching the spoiled, well connected in-crowd feeling sorry for themselves is not my idea of entertainment.
This was a virtual love song to the self obsessed "me generation," and a pretty good explanation of why most of the films they make are so quickly forgotten.
I'm sure this film will be forgotten soon, too.