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I just wasted precious moments of my life
Nov. 18th, 2010 11:21 pmWe saw Dogtooth this evening at the Drafthouse. I haven't been so angry that I spent my time watching a movie in about eight years, since Gene and I went to see that awful film The Piano Teacher. I think I'm more angry at this one though. My disappointment is only magnified by the high praise the movie received on the Drafthouse blog. This movie won a prize at Cannes and gets talked up as being some clever indictment of society. I suppose the joke is on all of us.
If you're going to make an excruciating film, give it a point at least. Otherwise it is just some gratuitous hipster endurance test to sit through and find some obscure meaning in someone's juvenile and pretentious attempt to shock. Movies like Eraserhead and Funny Games are almost physically painful to watch - but they have a story. Something happens. All the lovely camera angles and colors in the world can't excuse the steaming, festering pile of idiocy that was the movie I saw tonight. I could forgive the pointless violence or the awful sex or the boring, wretched dialogue if anything had actually happened in this movie. Spoiler alert - absolutely nothing happens.There is no plot. Nothing is ever explained or identified. You don't need scads of exposition or a classic three act structure but there has to be some point or reason to care. There was nothing to care about.
Really, if I'm going to see a movie that involves this much awkward prostitution, incest, violence against women and the killing of a cat I at least need a goddamn plot. Fuck this pretentious hipster art wankery.
Ugh. I'm actually angry that I spent ninety minutes of my life on this thing pretending to be a good movie. I really think the Village location of the Drafthouse is cursed. I never have a good experience there. It is a shame, because back when it was just the Village Cinema I saw some great movies there in my teens.
If you're going to make an excruciating film, give it a point at least. Otherwise it is just some gratuitous hipster endurance test to sit through and find some obscure meaning in someone's juvenile and pretentious attempt to shock. Movies like Eraserhead and Funny Games are almost physically painful to watch - but they have a story. Something happens. All the lovely camera angles and colors in the world can't excuse the steaming, festering pile of idiocy that was the movie I saw tonight. I could forgive the pointless violence or the awful sex or the boring, wretched dialogue if anything had actually happened in this movie. Spoiler alert - absolutely nothing happens.There is no plot. Nothing is ever explained or identified. You don't need scads of exposition or a classic three act structure but there has to be some point or reason to care. There was nothing to care about.
Really, if I'm going to see a movie that involves this much awkward prostitution, incest, violence against women and the killing of a cat I at least need a goddamn plot. Fuck this pretentious hipster art wankery.
Ugh. I'm actually angry that I spent ninety minutes of my life on this thing pretending to be a good movie. I really think the Village location of the Drafthouse is cursed. I never have a good experience there. It is a shame, because back when it was just the Village Cinema I saw some great movies there in my teens.