Oliver Sherman

It takes a special kind of movie to make suicide seem hopeless and optimistic. Brought to mind back when I was about 20 and took a date to see Leaving Las Vegas. Nothing like a big ol' existential despair burrito to get the appropriate juices flowing.

So, here's a spoiler: Garret Dillahunt is playing some sort of deranged whack job. His character is familiar; maybe everyone has met the same sort of aggressively dysfunctional person at one time or another. He nails the creepiness and the argumentative belligerence that makes the whole thing so frustrating and pointless. Yeah, his brain's sprained from the war, in multiple ways.

Yeah, so you've got him then it basically goes into a really unfunny version of an'80's the-inlaws-are-here-and-they'll-never-leave suckfest. Everyone did a good job. Music was kinda repetitive, that's so subjective though. It starts grim. Then slowly and inexorable heads straight down, then manages to go a few more feet down. Kinda made me feel like punchin' myself in the huevos rancheros.

Funny, I like all the actors/actorettes. Just such a....ughh... like you're cleaning out the fridge and you find this tupperware w/like a half pound of seriously questionable mashed potato looking stuff that you know started out as something totally not mashed potatoes. And you've accepted that you've gotta deal with it, so you go to the trash can and flip it over... and the blob of stuff hangs for a half second while you're actively not breathing through your nose....then it cuts loose and smacks right to the bottom of an empty trash can. Maybe no bag? Maybe so, but now it's gonna be lurking down there so now you've gotta do something else. Now...no, that isn't really exactly like watching this movie, but it's not dissimilar either.

Go watch it, prove me wrong. (poor bastards...)