To couch darkness in comedy is not new and the zany ending was a contrivance that detracts from any sense of purpose. As affable as the cast is (including cat & dog), there are no revelations here about mental illness. The one powerfully redeeming moment is the urgent psychotherapy between Jerry and Dr. Warren, both acting in sheer desperation, grasping for meaning in the face of oblivion.
[Spoilers] A total wreck, unable to establish a set tone and unwilling to give its audience surprise twists in either story or character. But for all that quite watchable and bizarrely fun; the talking Scottish cat (evil in a most Zoroastrian manner) steals it.
Reynolds is entertaining at macabre comedy, Satrapi delights in the absurdism, but as a genuinely meaningful comment on mental health, it misfires significantly. An interesting experimental piece if nothing more.
Surprisingly funny, gleefully colourful, grotesquely morbid. Reynolds is actually quite enjoyable as Jerry, a deranged man with a smile plastered upon his face. Kendrick and Arterton were lovely, too, as the chatty hotties-turned-severed-heads. Though, I found myself wishing that Kendrick's character had gathered more intel and faced a more climactic demise. All in all, non-essential but quite a bit of fun.
I'm still confused whether this movie is a great dark comedy or another Ryan Reynolds' crappy movie. The only thing I'm sure is that "Persepolis" has nothing to do with this, besides sharing the director name in the credits.
FNC '14 A strange detour for filmmaker Marjane Satrapi who moves into black comedy and grand guignol with this film. The comedy is often oft-putting but if the viewer is game the payoff is quite good. The closing credit sequence is one to remember. Reynolds and Kendrick are quite good here but Artheton feels somewhat miscast. Visually interesting but a comedown from the director's first two films.