If this had been a novel, I would have put it down early on, bored to frikkin tears and disgusted. The narrative would have made me rip out my hair and bleach my eyes.
But it wasn’t a novel. It’s a movie. That’s like a novel. But instead of the rotten narrative that’d drive me mad, it has actors and direction and music.
And I wasn’t bored once. I didn’t want to bail. It gripped me.
Hollywood has abandoned movies for adults and decided to place big bets on amusement park rides that are divorced from real human life. Meanwhile, the British and French and Australians kick our asses with movies that contain brains and emotions and real human beings.
I’m not embedding the trailer here because it contains too many spoilers (don’t go look, either!).
And that box cover up there? It makes it look like a gritty crime drama — which it isn’t at all.
This is the short IMDB description:
Eight lost souls search for solutions to problems ranging from finding a better suicide method, to defeating creative block, to losing their virginity.
Which makes it sound like something to avoid. But that would be a mistake.
Over at Rotten Tomatoes, the mass media reviews are uniformly scathing. Let me tell you every single one of them has their head up their ass.
If you have the chance to see this, do so. It’s uniformly excellent.