(Good idea to forget your mother - go see a film with the lead slowly dying of stage-4 cancer -> masochist much?)THE tearkjerker of 2015. 50/50 meets Restless meets Be Kind Rewind meets Funny People meets The Fountain. Eno/Muhly score was amazing warm and cosy. Hobbesian cafeterias. BFFs who woop your ass out of love. Pillows as loners/creeps/weirdos lovers/friends. Doing stuff for fun, cos you're young & hopeful ;(
Surprisingly enjoyable and well-made. Gomez-Rejon takes many risks, and they pay off. Most striking is the cinematography, full of funny quirks and layered compositions. The performances are strong throughout, especially Molly Shannon who shines as a woman on the verge of a mental break down.
As someone who's being crying foul at quirky indies since at least Garden State, I was surprised how quickly this one won me over, even before it started pandering to my cinephilia. The care it puts into almost every shot, into inverting narrative cliches or else trying to make them new, is a cut above the rest. It's a Harold and Maude for the 2000s and a High Fidelity for movie folk. God knows we need both.
The concept of the do-it-yourself movies was cool, but the whole film feels like a medley from the past years' indie teen flicks (and thanks to The Fault in Our Stars, it's too soon for another sick girl).
Cancer, masturbation and film buff parodies turned out not to be the things of a family matinee this past summer as my embarrassed daughter would tell you but seeing the film in completion now it does stand as a mature, tender and often humorous take on dealing with mortality at an early age. Performances are quite good if a little quirky in the adult characterizations. Parodies are a hoot: 'Death in Tennis' anyone.
Gone are the days when one could connect to a movie by drawing parallels between his personal tragedies and what is portrayed on screen, the days when the audience’s disillusion and affective projections would vicariously gratify the artist’s amour-propre even when his creation is substandard. The new adult generation does not tunnel empathy towards art making, for that would be suicidal (& retarded, but mostly ↓
I get how this film is being considered an instant classic because of its coolish way, but it's really just another by the book romantic comedy. It really bothers me when a director has great references and design ideas, but wastes it with a very predictable plot. Better luck (and screen writing) next time.
I experienced something eerily similar to Greg when I was in high school, so the leukemia plot definitely landed. The stylish flairs were sometimes distracting, and the movie didn't pack the full emotional punch that it could have, but I in no way regretted seeing it.