And now that I'm sitting down to write the review, I feel like some of the anger has subsided. Don't get me wrong – I still hate this film beyond belief. And I hate all of the similar American indie films, especially the ones set in New York concerning some of its more pretentious inhabitants. Here, let me try to write a scene of dialogue from this kind of shitty production:
INT DAY. A BROTHER AND SISTER ARE CLEARING OUT AN APARTMENT.
BROTHER: You know mother always blamed you for her cancer.
SISTER: You should shave that beard. Women don't like hirsute men.
BROTHER: That dress makes you look infertile.
SISTER: I can't believe mother left you her typewriter. She knew I wanted that.
And so on. You get the picture. Horrible people who think they are very clever saying snarky "witty" things to each other. Add a shitty narrator's voice over the top, make the main character a selfish writer who is completely dislikable, give him an older writer to look up to, throw in some stupid affairs that lead nowhere. You've just made a shitty film that stupid people will go watch thinking it makes them clever.
Fuck these kinds of films. Get in the sea. 4/10
