I agree with the previous reviewer: it is extremely difficult to peg this film to a numerical rating. It depends on what you are looking for: if you are looking for a thought-provoking film about the performance of self, look elsewhere. Better yet, read some Erving Goffman. If, however, you want to laugh at people's ridiculous behavior before cameras, and reality television is too subtle for you, this is the perfect film.
The film begins with the instantly unlikeable director, William Greaves, holding court in Central Park. He instructs the several cameramen to film each other and himself in an affected-European-accent-of-unknown-provenance (it approximates British most closely, though I am certain Greaves is a domestic product); further, that the theme of the film is "sexxxxxuality," he purrs, when he is distracted by a woman on a horse trotting them-ward. "Oh, get her! The woman with the TITS!" Awkwardly gratuitous and downright silly.
This sets the tone for the rest of the film, during which two profoundly untalented actors chew their way through Greaves' painful script about the couple's married life. No cheap shock is spared, as it is revealed that she has had abortion after abortion: "one after another you've killed my babies!"; and he is a closeted homosexual: "I saw you looking at him, that fag-got that everyone knows about!" NOTE: "Take 2 1/2" (2003) includes the dramatic reunion of two other actors, also ostensibly from the desk of Greaves. The wife's character, we are informed, has been to Europe (natch.) where she has had a successful recording career. (This actress clearly went to dialog class with Greaves.) The husband has an "adopted" daughter in the music industry, who is getting mixed up in drugs. It's just like the smarmy, unctuous crew member says in the "candid" (see below): it is truly the story of every-couple USA.
The best (or rather the worst) parts are the "candid" marijuana-fueled "behind-the-scenes" conversation among the crew members, who AGONIZE over the director's (quite transparent) intentions; the "meaning" of the film; the "authenticity" of the experience, etc. Many complain about the abysmal writing. Greaves later confronts the mutineers on the set, where his initial defensiveness gives way to self-satisfaction: apparently this was the whole idea! It's SUPPOSED to be bad! The really remarkable thing, as far as I'm concerned, is that the director, actors and crew apparently saw the film and released it anyway. Not only is it awful beyond awful, it makes them all look like pretentious, self-indulgent and woefully inept art-school weasels. Every line made me laugh through gritted teeth.
The film begins with the instantly unlikeable director, William Greaves, holding court in Central Park. He instructs the several cameramen to film each other and himself in an affected-European-accent-of-unknown-provenance (it approximates British most closely, though I am certain Greaves is a domestic product); further, that the theme of the film is "sexxxxxuality," he purrs, when he is distracted by a woman on a horse trotting them-ward. "Oh, get her! The woman with the TITS!" Awkwardly gratuitous and downright silly.
This sets the tone for the rest of the film, during which two profoundly untalented actors chew their way through Greaves' painful script about the couple's married life. No cheap shock is spared, as it is revealed that she has had abortion after abortion: "one after another you've killed my babies!"; and he is a closeted homosexual: "I saw you looking at him, that fag-got that everyone knows about!" NOTE: "Take 2 1/2" (2003) includes the dramatic reunion of two other actors, also ostensibly from the desk of Greaves. The wife's character, we are informed, has been to Europe (natch.) where she has had a successful recording career. (This actress clearly went to dialog class with Greaves.) The husband has an "adopted" daughter in the music industry, who is getting mixed up in drugs. It's just like the smarmy, unctuous crew member says in the "candid" (see below): it is truly the story of every-couple USA.
The best (or rather the worst) parts are the "candid" marijuana-fueled "behind-the-scenes" conversation among the crew members, who AGONIZE over the director's (quite transparent) intentions; the "meaning" of the film; the "authenticity" of the experience, etc. Many complain about the abysmal writing. Greaves later confronts the mutineers on the set, where his initial defensiveness gives way to self-satisfaction: apparently this was the whole idea! It's SUPPOSED to be bad! The really remarkable thing, as far as I'm concerned, is that the director, actors and crew apparently saw the film and released it anyway. Not only is it awful beyond awful, it makes them all look like pretentious, self-indulgent and woefully inept art-school weasels. Every line made me laugh through gritted teeth.