- And by “art film project” they mean “man-on-man porn” for an amateur porn film festival. This is not gay porn, they underline, because both participants are straight.
- I haven’t been this deathly bored by a movie in a long time. It’s uncomfortable and not for the presumably bourgeoisie, sexually inhibited reasons they want you to be uncomfortable. It’s uncomfortable because it’s so excruciatingly pointless. It’s only something like 93 minutes, and yet most of the scenes go on way too long in their attempt to sustain the prolonged awkwardness for as long as possible. It boils down to (yet again!) amateur college theatrics, where people too imbecilic to realise they’re not artists try to Blow People’s Minds™ with “art” by attemping to do something that has never been done. I suppose there’s some manner of irony here (purposeful or not) in that the two leads are supposed to be BFFs from college and are clearly regressing into stupid fratboy acts of increasing machismo, but, I don’t know, am I supposed to give a fuck? I lost all interest in the exploration of repressed homoeroticism because I was too busy trying to stay awake.
- I suppose a deeper film would have been able to coherently and intelligently examine the underlying questions the movie raises about the nature of art and of the audience, but it’s mostly glossed over here.
- I couldn’t decide who I disliked more: the two leads for being so banal, the one guy’s wife for being SO AWESOME™, or the commune of neo-hippies free of sexual inhibition. Blech.
- That said, the aforementioned commune of neo-hippies had a sign on their front door that said “DIONYSUS” and this led to the only hilarious line in the film when Ben called his wife to invite her to the party and said “It says ‘Dionysus’ on the door and they are serious.” Ha. That would have been my own cue to run, but evidently Ben digs people trying to revive dead polytheistic religions.
- You know, people criticise movies like Juno for being overwritten, arguing that absolutely no one speaks like the characters in the film, but there’s such a thing as having dialogue so underwritten and so true to how real life people speak that it feels like bad cable access reality TV, minus the unintentional hilarity. I don’t know, if I wanted to hear average people have average conversations about the average things in their lives, I’d go eavesdrop at Tim Horton’s. One would hope that it’s still possible to make dialogue feel natural without having it feel so tied to real life blandness.
- I’m trying to see more movies directed by women, so that’s one point in this movie’s favour.
- Quite unintentionally, I saw this on hump day. I’m not sure if it counts since Monday was a holiday in Ontario, thus Wednesday is not actually hump day this week.
Humpday
Short on laughs, and even shorter on purpose.
IMDB Plot Synopsis Two guys take their bromance to another level when they participate in an art film project.