It's probably fair to say that any movie that begins with a solid 15 minutes of Daniel Radcliffe farting doesn't give a fuck about alienating the audience. This is a film preoccupied with every taboo bodily function human beings keep secret, and the odd thing is that after a supremely off-putting WTF start, it actually finds a sincere vulnerability in the idea. An intriguing debut of Sundance counter-programming.
Mixed feelings. I really enjoyed it, but I didnt love it enought for more stars. AAAAAAAAAND, Paul Crush Alert Dano needs to have a bromance with Harry Potter. I need more of them together! And Mary Elizabeth... what can I say besides: fuck you, marry me.
What an amazing non-sense way to create one of the most deep stories about love and humanity. The soundtrack is amazing, Daniel and Paul performances are superb, and the colors are perfect. I really love this one.
Despite its bizarre premise and immaturity, it does find its footing as highly enjoyable and laugh-out-loud funny. At least, for the first hour. It eventually wears out its welcome and plods through the final half hour. Performances are the real charm here, helping us warm up to the gross-out humour - even becoming kind of tender and heartbreaking, at times. Worth the watch, for the creativity and zeal alone.
To echo the final words of Mary Elizabeth Winstead in this film...'what the fuck'. Sometimes bizarre and transgressive is just that and despite game performances from the leads this one eventually wears out its welcome much like the average film by Quentin Dupieux. The sophomoric humour becomes grating though may appeal to the average 13 year old male. Scores points for creative thought but overall falls flat.
The first twenty minutes really had me thinking this was going to legitimately be one of the worst films of the year, so to its credit, the film rebounded itself like few films I've seen. However, despite beautiful commentary about the ugliness we like to hide, the loneliness many of us feel, and the love we have for friends, I can't help but feel there's an emptiness to the characters here that's never addressed.