At least the whole thing with the plastic bag, which was mocked, was actually interesting. Get rid of everything else around it, and it could have been good, or better, watch Ramin Bahrani's Plastic Bag (2009).
This is the movie that taught me what pretentious means. I do like the Kevin Spacey bits though.
I didn't cry through this film, I cried after, when the credits hit. I was way too gripped to pay much attention to myself.
Sorry guys but, this is one of the worst movies I have ever seen. The existentialism in this, is so forced, I almost tough that I will burst in laughs with all the cheesy poetry. This movie tries to transform licentiousness into freedom, and glorifies it. The characters are horrible, being the role of Thora Birch the worst character in the movie. This movie is for me "First World Problems: The Movie".
I'm rarely moved to show emotion. Beyond quiet exasperation and the odd joyful ephemera given me by music, I'm mostly dry and unforgiving. But by film's end my eyes were as blurs in a mist. This film moved me. I was shaken. What can one do but heave a sigh, cry a tear, stare into the eyes of those near you (I held my dog for some time). What's great about this film is there's no fiction. It was a resonance of me.
i'd like to think i am usually pretty good at writing reviews but after watching that i'm just staring wordlessly at the credits with my jaw on the ground and tears on my face