When Christian, an LA trust-fund kid with casual ties to Hollywood, learns of a secret affair between Tara and the lead of his film project, Ryan, he spirals out of control, and his cruel mind games escalate into an act of bloody violence.
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PS returns to the dark Hollywood noir of American Gigolo to create a vapid, empty exposé of a vapid, empty generation. Conversations here have the depth of instant messaging, and that's sort of the point; all has become artifice and spectacle; the drama of the self! Cinema is dead because young people are now actors in a narrative of their own creation. In our post-Facebook world, truth has become the latest fiction.
I kinda liked this film, but it could have been so much better. Schrader is a great screenwriter ("You talkin' to ME?") but a pretty crummy director. The whole eulogy to cinema thing somehow got relegated to the credits? Doesn't Schrader know that most people don't watch credits? Those images should have been sprinkled throughout the film, for starters. Lohan really is a good actress, she deserves more respect.
1 star for Lindsay Lohan - who I found so magnetic and the only decent actor on this cast - and another for the cinematography: the scenes by the swimming pool and the lights on that bedroom were stunning. The rest is pretty bad: James Deen is terrible, the plot said nothing to me and the trailer promised so much more than what the movie delivered.
I feel as though the criticisms the movie is getting (featuring poor acting and poorly structured scenes) are more or less a response the movie's existential angst, which the movie somewhat does successfully. This characters aren't suppose to be nuanced or well behaved or exist with a moral compass. That's what evades Ellis's writing in which Schrader somewhat engages with. Not terrible, just not as effecting.
What a hot mess of a film The Canyons is. Guilty pleasure potential, but really poorly written. I expect better from Bet Easton Ellis; the dialogue was horrendous. Lohan wasn't awful - she was doing her best - but she looked like shit. James Deen was unconvincing. 5/10 and an emphatic, "What."
Merely an example of why Schrader, Ellis and Lohan have become irrelevant. Hackneyed material recited by mediocre actors, sitting down doing nothing. Whoever sparked this recent trend of referring to Paul Schrader as a "master" clearly doesn't know what a director does and apparently neither does Schrader. It's like he just found a shooting location, put the camera in front of the actors and then left the set.
Coming up with words to describe The Canyons seems almost unnecessary when Woody Allen wrote them decades ago. There's a scene in Annie Hall in which Alvy approaches a couple and asks them how they account for being happy, to which they reply, "Uh, I'm very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say" and "I'm exactly the same way."
That's it. That's The Canyons.