The problem with art-house films is that it is a lot like abstract painting. No one has any idea of what is art and what is simply a self defined art. I can come up with a film that reflects my feelings and thoughts and call it an excellent film because i can relate to it and it is reality for me. But, to others this film maybe far from reality and can carry no weight for them. This is so true of this film, i came into it thinking that it would approach the ills of working 9-5. Boy, what a shocker!!!It talks about the ills of being lost women in a world full of lost people,not focusing on anything interesting or real.And with each unnecessary scene comes even more outrageous and unnecessary dialogue which makes for an even more outrageous unnecessary movie. This movie doesn't move, inspire, or even tickle a an arthritic bone. And even so it makes matters worse by parading a naked neve cambell(barf!), and turns into a brief musical to boot. Sorry, but this one takes the cake...no more art-house independents for me, i think i rather got to work for 12 hours than watch this drivel!
Review of I Really Hate My Job
