It ain't. Virtually everything about this movie from a technical perspective is bad -- the camera angles, the sound, the script, the direction, everything, it's awful. A guy with a camcorder and a Mac could do better with some cheap computer software, again from a technical standpoint. Even Jennifer Tilly, so cute and funny in most things -- stinks up the place.
Yeah, it's about homosexuality, and about AIDS, and gay bashing, and lesbianism, and well, isn't it great that gays and lesbians are treated as real human beings. Well, to the last, sure, it's fine. But that don't make this a good movie. In fact, the thing doesn't really have much of a point to it all -- there are a bunch of subplots, but not quite much of a central plot. Since that's a common mistake of many artsy movies, this one, a wannabe artsy movie, shouldn't be blamed. Still, the poverty of the subplots, well, that is it's fault and it suffers miserably.
Poor Paul Winfield, what the hell is he doing here? He puts in a wonderful performance, he's a class actor in a miserable movie. In fact he kills the movie mostly because he classes the hell out of everyone he's in a scene with -- it's like listening to Frank Sinatra in the midst of a bad Karaoke festival.
This movie really insults gays, but it pretty much insults everyone -- or rather most uncommon American couples. It's supposed to be a movie about alternative lifestyles, or interests, or loves, or whatever is supposed to be the politically correct term. Gays are all imminently about to contract AIDS, incredibly promiscuous, and where real emotion and passion is passe, disposable. The only real happy couple here is a twinky gay couple who are, supposedly, for a comic effect one must suspect, religious. The point is hard to fathom, but it's easy to dismiss as remarkably silly, not that it doesn't happen, but that it's so out of place in this thing.
Perhaps the worst thing about this movie is what many have commented upon -- gay bashing is far to horrific an act to show in such a remarkably stupid scene. Did anybody really think this rape scene had anything to say except a way to make a victim who then becomes a rapist look like somebody as an avenger -- and in such a humorous way as to make to the whole thing just look silly.
See the flick if you're into things that are supposed to be cutting edge but aren't, things that are supposed to say important things, but don't, and that are supposed to be artistic, but are far, far, away from that goal. It's that bad. The folks that have posted that like this movie? They may have an agenda, I don't know, but they surely don't know what a good movie is.
Yeah, it's about homosexuality, and about AIDS, and gay bashing, and lesbianism, and well, isn't it great that gays and lesbians are treated as real human beings. Well, to the last, sure, it's fine. But that don't make this a good movie. In fact, the thing doesn't really have much of a point to it all -- there are a bunch of subplots, but not quite much of a central plot. Since that's a common mistake of many artsy movies, this one, a wannabe artsy movie, shouldn't be blamed. Still, the poverty of the subplots, well, that is it's fault and it suffers miserably.
Poor Paul Winfield, what the hell is he doing here? He puts in a wonderful performance, he's a class actor in a miserable movie. In fact he kills the movie mostly because he classes the hell out of everyone he's in a scene with -- it's like listening to Frank Sinatra in the midst of a bad Karaoke festival.
This movie really insults gays, but it pretty much insults everyone -- or rather most uncommon American couples. It's supposed to be a movie about alternative lifestyles, or interests, or loves, or whatever is supposed to be the politically correct term. Gays are all imminently about to contract AIDS, incredibly promiscuous, and where real emotion and passion is passe, disposable. The only real happy couple here is a twinky gay couple who are, supposedly, for a comic effect one must suspect, religious. The point is hard to fathom, but it's easy to dismiss as remarkably silly, not that it doesn't happen, but that it's so out of place in this thing.
Perhaps the worst thing about this movie is what many have commented upon -- gay bashing is far to horrific an act to show in such a remarkably stupid scene. Did anybody really think this rape scene had anything to say except a way to make a victim who then becomes a rapist look like somebody as an avenger -- and in such a humorous way as to make to the whole thing just look silly.
See the flick if you're into things that are supposed to be cutting edge but aren't, things that are supposed to say important things, but don't, and that are supposed to be artistic, but are far, far, away from that goal. It's that bad. The folks that have posted that like this movie? They may have an agenda, I don't know, but they surely don't know what a good movie is.