Director: Burr
Steers | Starring:
Kieran Culkin, Claire Danes, Jeff Goldblum,
Amanda Peet, Ryan Phillippe, Bill Pullman, Susan Sarandon
Released: 2002
| Runtime: 97m
| Rating (out of 5):
**½ |
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Stop me if you've seen
this one before... A rich family full of hateful, quirky characters
self destructs, only to be redeemed by the death of a matriarch/patriarch.
Throw in a bunch of Richard Linklaterish dialogue, drug usage, sex
and a scene where somebody with a bloody nose kisses someone despite
their injuries and you have what amounts to every ironic, post-modern
indie film in the past ten years. Of course, the dysfunctional, rich
family scenario is a classic, but this one just comes off as derivative
and convoluted. Sure, you have a seventeen-year-old protagonist who
speaks as if he has a doctorate in philosophy from Oxford (despite
apparently failing every class he's ever been in) and despite being
built like a scrawny David Spade, he can bed hot, older women with
his sardonic attitude towards just about everything. I guess they
call this kind of person an "old soul." I call them bullshit--an idealized
product of Hollywood that we can only see when some hipster director/writer
gets a couple million to bring in the 18-35 male demographic and sell
the rights to The Independent
Film Channel or something. The thing just felt forced and slightly
out of control. I'm not sure if it was the lack of budget or poor
planning, but the damn characters kept ending up in this stupid downtown
NYC studio for no apparent reason. Actually, the place really serves
no purpose other than to provide a convenient central spot for all
the hook-ups, meetings and plot developments to spin off from. Nit-picks
aside, the confused, angry teen thing is just overdone. We've seen
the Holden Caulfield thing before, and we've seen it done better.
Okay, the acting was pretty decent. Kieran Culkin is well on his way
to becoming the next, um, Jake Gyllenhaal. Claire Danes has certainly
improved her acting, and plays a convincing disillusioned Bennington
student--although she should really stay away from wearing tank-tops
with no bra. Amanda Peet is always hard to watch. She plays a good
pathetic character, but is so f'd up looking (and they love those
close-up shots of her face) that it detracts from every character
she plays. You spend time looking at her Picasso-like face and not
listening to her words. Ryan Phillippe is a strange mumbly guy. He's
not bad as the Igby's slightly inhuman older brother, but he makes
you wonder sometimes if they don't flip his on/off switch after filming
and just hang him in a closet in his trailer until morning. Bill Pullman
is great when he's not playing the president or anything other than
your average Joe. Sarandon is always solid, but sometimes it felt
like she was holding back the venom that her character in this movie
really should have been spitting. Jeff Goldblum can't play anything
but Jeff Goldblum--it's weird. Okay, enough of this crap about the
acting. The second act seemed a little muddled. I swear the same thing
happened several times throughout the movie, as characters were all
of a sudden hooked on heroine, screwing one another and getting their
GEDs. I watched some of the deleted scenes on the DVD and they expanded
the story between Igby and his father, who has a mental breakdown
when he is a kid. I think this relationship needed to have more emphasis
in the film, and taking out these scenes really did a disservice to
the plot. The whole idea of the movie is Igby's lack of hope because
he saw his father have everything and then lose it because he goes
insane. Why try? Why love? Why care is you will inevitably lose everything
and end up staring at a wall in a mental hospital like your father,
the man whose name you share? This is the interesting stuff--especially
given later developments in the film that I won't divulge here. Man,
why don't they let me edit these things? [DVD]
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