The first hour I'd consider unfocused but tolerable. The second hour is an absolute train-wreck. The character's grow into people we despise, not conducive to enjoyable cinema. Also, their deconstructive habits become repetitive and banal quick. The actors often try and salvage the material, but it's a truly misguided movie that really never hits it's stride. Pretty killer soundtrack though.
This is unintentional comedy gold. I can't believe how pretentious this movie is. The screenplay is awful. It's one dumb mid-life-crisis cliche after another, played so self-seriously it's ludicrous. I imagine the writer thinks this stuff is incredibly "deep", not realizing how trite, obvious, and shallow it really is. On a technical level it is stylish, but the style can't save this vapid story about vapid people.
Holy cow. The early frenetic partying scenes are static and dull, while the tragic and "disturbing" second half is deeply funny. And I don't think that was on purpose. Ludicrous, self-important and over-directed. Submerge yourself in the mangst! (That's "man angst," by the way). Best exchange: "What the fuck are we doing here?" "We're not even here." That's deep. I hope my mid-life crisis is this nuts.
Well written, enthralling characters. Great locations, as demonstrated by beautiful landscape and low-angle Interior shots. Great score, ambient & focused. Good cast; Lowe, Piven, Jane all lead very well. McKay falls short. Clean cuts, clean editing; poorly executed contemporary technique (goPro, Shake) but well organized. (IV)
Harrowing/depressing/unrealistic. The scene where Rob Lowe calls his ex with Just Like Honey playing in the background was pretty moving to me. But generally the film is too long, and the characters aren't likeable. I think it's trying a bit too hard to make an impression.
Good soundtrack though.
Driven verisimilitude makes effortless everyday musings into a confrontational match of truth and consequences where shadow confidants force answers to the hardest questions imaginable – are we bound to the rigid romanticism’s of our youth or by denial obligated to hold ourselves punishable? This is not a bad movie, rather a movie about bad things and the people torn apart by them.