This was a great movie - hilarious, even though I was definitely skeptical of Robert Pattinson's acting ability - and the premise was really too funny and too fitting for way too many people. Art is so pathetic. I swear, it was like watching a high brow Napoleon Dynamite. I wouldn't call the humor British. I mean, it's essentially the same as what you see in a lot of ridiculous, character-driven comedies where the characters themselves are totally unaware of just how funny they're being. The humor is just very dead pan, and I think some people watch the film expecting something more sophisticated or thoughtful. Sure, it's more profound than Napoleon Dynamite, but the idea of simultaneously gawking at and rooting for such a bizarre and socially impotent character is basically the same in both films. This is really among my favorite movies, just because it captures that strange moment of self-loathing self-obsession that lots of people go through right around the time of the quarter life crisis.
Review of How to Be
