||[Jul. 9th, 2004|02:00 am]
|[||In the Moment
|||||Dopplereffekt - Sterilization||]|
Sweet sweet Mary, one toke over the line.
This whole film depends on whether you like the characters.
It's fine because the characters are facades of bullshit, as Sean Penn's Eddie so lovingly liked to point out more than once in the film.
They're good facades of bullshit. If Kevin Spacey, Sean Penn, Chazz Palminteri, and Garry Shandling can't act interesting enough for the general audience, then the film would be in serious trouble beyond imagination.
The women are all whores, every one of them. Seriously, this is what I got from the three actesses, Robin Wright Penn, Anna Paqin, and Meg Ryan. No, they aren't whores . . . their characters are.
Who writes this? David Rabe, that's who.
Basically, the four guys spend their lives coked-up, and the rest of the film is how they interact with life while coked-up. We get good moments of reflection from the characters . . . with coked-up eyes. The women? Robin Wright Penn's Darlene wasn't much of a cokehead, but Meg Ryan's Bonnie sure was. I like Anna Paquin, but she was your standard loner-drifter character.
Darlene enters and exits, Bonnie does everywhere, everyone, and everything . . . Anna Paquin's Donna is found by Garry Shandling's Artie on an elevator, and she crashes at the pad of Eddie (Sean Penn) and Spacey (Mickey) . . . only to exit early after Chazz (Phil) head-butts her for taking an interest in watching football.
Okay, it's a movie, but it relies on liking the characters, and that's a mediocre sell I received. Plus, Phil dies, Donna returns with a lovely little under-current of positivity, Darlene exits for good, and Mickey is happy being Mickey.
Whatever . . . it was fun garbage for the night.
Whatever happened to Rabe?