"Ain't it totally great that you have a new dog? What's its name? Cancer. Why...why did you name it that? It felt right!">none can rival Solondz's humor. That slo-mo high-angle lateral tracking-shot showing the granola bar diarrhea'd asphalt? LMFAO He jokes with everything. Remi laying on the grass looks like a wax corpse/Nana's nightmare./'What if? Then what?"> awesome joke for aspiring screenwriters & directors:LOL
A companion piece to 'Storytelling' more than anything else, this picture is just as uneven as that film. Also, why does every black dude in Solondz's films seems to play into the "oversexed black male stereotype'?
What if, so what? Solondz has been kopf-deep in weltschmerz for a long, long time; each film sinks or swims on the relative strength of each script, and, secondarily, the aptness of its casting. Neither is at its best here, which is frustrating, and depressing in a different way than it otherwise would be. DeVito and Doody are the film's finer pain-wracked performers, one anal retentive, the other granola explosive.
These many years of bad encounters had made me convinced I despise Solondz. Like I wouldn't even shake hands w/ the guy if I met him (and I'm an inveterate handshaker). So imagine my surprise when the first chapter of this one elicited from me loud bursts of laughter. Even though I was watching alone. However, I feel like every idea Solondz had for this movie is in it: 75% of them garbage, 25% borderline genius.
Bleak, pessimistic, depressive, sarcastic, impactful and tragically humanistic. It could have been better in its structure and pace, but generally it was a solid dark comedy. Like Au Hasard Balthazar on prozac.
Human life is perverse—Renoir knew it, and he's one of the greats. But where the Renoir tradition turns perversity into revelry, Solondz's brand of comedy is often smug, and thus hollow. Part of me wants to say that if he won't care about his characters, neither will I. But if the comedy here is cheap "provocation", the serious aspects often work, and in the passage with Danny De Vito, the film discovers its soul.
I thought Dawn Weiner's funeral was in the first scene of PALINDROMES? Whatever, Todd Solondz has resurrected her in the form of Greta Gerwig, that's fine. She isn't quite awkward enough but o.k., maybe Dawn 'blossomed". Ellen Burstyn is in this picture for about 12 minutes. People are calling this a "dark comedy", I call it a dreary comedy. 3 and a half stars - I hope Solondz jazzes it up a bit more next time.