I love coming back to the company of these characters, the specificity of the Seattle scene that I was oblivious to while growing up there, and seeing Cameron Crowe, whose fingerprints are all over this, wear his heart on his sleeve. A time capsule of the early 90s, this story simply could not exist in the world of smart phones, social media and mp3s. Fascinating for this, and in its suggestion of Crowe's later work.
This is the ultimate yuppie love story. The coolest thing about this film is that Alice in Chains is the band performing in the club. Also this soundtrack is killer, it plays like a greatest hits of Grunge.
Inexplicablemente incluida en la XXV muestra internacional de cine del año 1992, y a pesar del muy solvente reparto, la presente joyita resulta ser todo un ladrillazo para la paciencia del espectador. Tipica "friends comedy", esta madre le hace preguntarse a uno en el interior de la sala "¿que chingados tengo que estar viendo esta madre?". Lo màs cagado del asunto es que el director Crowe es considerado un Auteur.
**1/2, at most. I'm no protectionist of Seattle's (my longtime and current city of residence) vaunted aura, so I don't care about what the film "gets wrong" in regard to the town. What it's apparently ignorant of on life, love, and sex, though, is glaring and very unsatisfying on the film's philosophizing terms. Tiny hints of conceptual/cinematic cleverness mitigage SOMEwhat, but not nearly enough. It's pretty bad.
Sometimes it really bores me to watch yet another movie about single people whining over how hard it is to find "the one". And even though this film fits on such description, it manages to be clever enough to deliver a fresh take on the subject. It's really nice how Crowe can flow through comedy, romance and drama so smoothly.