Solondz | Starring:
Philip Seymour Hoffman, Lara Flynn Boyle,
Ben Gazzara, Camryn Manheim, Molly Shannon
| Runtime: 134m
| Rating (out of 5):
||This movie should have
been called "Horniness," or, more appropriately, "Blech."
There is, in fact, little to no happiness going on in this film. Instead
there's a lot of jerking off, pedophilia and general yuck happening.
I suppose the title is meant to be ironic.
All this deplorable behavior is shown in relatively straightforward
detail, is matter of fact, non-subtle, etc. Now, I guess I'm a little
prude-ish when it comes to this kind of thing, so I'm not necessarily
the best judge, but do I really need to see Phillip Seymour Hoffman
call random women from the phone book, whack it to their voices, tell
them he's going to fuck them so hard they're heads are going to explode
and then gratuitously ejaculate on his apartment wall (only to stick
a postcard on top of it like some pervy art project)?
Do I then have to watch a mild-mannered psychologist, family man walk
into a 711, buy a teen mag with some boy on the front, and proceed
to walk out to his car and violently jerk off to the cover image in
his backseat while watching a young boy sitting in the car next to
him? Do I then really have the desire to watch said man proceed to
talk to his adolescent son about coming, and develop an obvious sexual
fascination with one of his son's friends only to drug him and rape
I'll stop here, because the weirdness just continues. I'm honestly
not sure what the whole point of the thing is. There was an interesting
interaction between Philip Seymour Hoffman and his sexually confused,
murderous neighbor (Camryn Manheim), but that too is all twisted up
in sexual dysfunction and bizarreness. Apparently I'm the only one
who didn't get this thing, but I don't get opera or ballet either,
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