Conversations With Other Women
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Aaaaack. Given the cast in this film, I was expecting to at least moderately like it. No such luck. Despite the good cast, this self-important, uninteresting, moderately annoying movie falls completely flat. And when it tries to be funny, it feels so completely out of place and in no way mixes with the melodramatic tripe found through the rest of the film. We have a movie populated by either really bad stereotypes or screwed up characters spouting their life philosophy endlessly. Then you have characters that are acting like complete screw-ups, for what feels like completely fake or forced reasons. “I was scared.” Yeah, whine me a river. And poor Zach Braff suffers the brunt of the character stupidity found in the film. Blythe Danner gets a good helping of the unmotivated, bipolar behavior. None of it feels real. Then, to be forced to sit there and listen to these characters ramble on and on and on and on about why their lives are so screwed up, when all they need to do is buy a mirror and go their seperate ways. Now, the only reason I give this movie a 2 out of 10 is for Casey Affleck’s character, who is the only interesting character in the film, and is the only one where I actually felt the motivation and reasoning behind their actions. And Affleck is very well cast in the role. He’s the only redeeming feature of the film, really. And the worst thing about this film - the ending. After all this rambling about being scared, having purpose, forgiveness and all the other nonsense paraded throughout, we get Tom Wilkinson’s character finally advising Braff’s to not give up. So, despite everything she says, and rightfully so, Braff’s love interest finally just gives in because he won’t go away and finally leave her alone. We don’t get a word from her character by that point, as the movie ends. So, forgiveness is represented as simply being too worn down to fight any more? Oh yeah, that’s a brilliant moral conclusion. On that final moment, as it fades to black, it was one of those movie-going moments where I was sitting there in the theater saying under my breath, “what, that’s it?”
Then, to make matters worse, my suffering through this movie was partially my own fault. I saw the name Paul Haggis on the writing credit when I was watching the movie. The name was familiar, but I couldn’t remember why. I finally had to look it up when I got home. This is the idiot who wrote the piece of steaming crap called Crash (not the underrated Cronenberg film - the horrid Oscar winning thing from last year). And as I looked at Haggis’ filmography I was disappointed to see his name associated with the new James Bond film, Casino Royale (though I think it might only be in a minor capacity) as well as the promising-looking new Clint Eastwood film Flags Of Our Fathers (though again he shares screenwriting credit with others, and it’s based on a book). I’m definitely going to be very hesitant in seeing anything I see his name on from here out. After suffering through Crash and then this film, he’s rapidly working his way up my avoid list.
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