Posts Tagged ‘pandering’

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Donald Trump Keeps Calling The U.S. The ‘Highest Taxed Nation.’

Right wingers love to bitch about having to pay taxes. It’s the one unifying principle they all share. And they’re full of shit.

Donald Trump likes to say the United States is the “highest taxed nation in the world.”

 

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Just a bit of British comedic escapism. This one is also an elaborate defense of the status quo. It’s got a strong acceptance theme, an inability to change the past (or anything else) despite super powers.

The ladies were teary-eyed by the end, and this is a very character-centered movie. It seems to be sci-fi, but not really, romantic comedy, but not really either. What it is, more, is a poem about the major events in life, for well-off white people anyway. So there’s nothing about struggling for money. No war, no crime. Nice little reality if you can find it. That target demographic kind of custom-designed world lingered in the background.

So the film clings to the big moments for average westerners: love, marriage, birth and death. Very standard, very conventional, and a bit predictable. I can’t shake that feeling of being manipulated and pandered to, but that’s me.

Still, you could do a lot worse at your local Redbox this week. Although I just noticed Better Living Through Chemistry has showed up. That’s where I’ll be heading next.

About Time: 3.5/5

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I’m going to have to buck the trend on this one and say it’s really not much of a movie.  For some reason the critics are lavishing praise on this little relationship ad-lib, but it’s very light on the movie moments.

The film is notable for its complete lack of a script, throwing the actors in front of the camera without a guide and letting things unfold in real time.  This technique is bold and different and ultimately doomed to fail.  Actors fumbling around to develop a scene isn’t all that compelling to me.  Perhaps if the stakes were higher, the situations more dire, real threats, grit, it might have had potential.  As is, this film just sort of panders to drunken 20-somethings.  I hate pandering.  I hate obvious attempts to relate to audiences.  It’s so cheap and pathetic.

I do, however, love Olivia Wilde, but in this role she is rather repulsive.  The opening has her overly accommodating, an object told not to do much to challenge the menfolk.  It’s obvious to the point of irritation.  Later she’ll grow some.  Snore.

Every scene of the film has them drinking designer beer.  It’s the 20-somethings drinking expensive beer movie. The drinking gets old pretty fast, and the specific scenes are banal more than extraordinary, or:

“…just like a night of heavy drinking, it’s something you’re not likely to remember.” -Moira MacDonald (Seattle Times)