If there is a Hell, I'll gladly rot there as denying one's enjoyment from something good or bad (or so-bad-it's-good)…
I Melt with You
When life hammers you, get smashed
Former college friends meet up for a reunion that leads them to face the apparent disillusionment that defines their lives. After a week of excessive drug and alcohol abuse, events lead them to contemplate fulfilling a self destructive pact they made when they were young.
I Melt with You is a self-indulgent and overwrought drama that stretches for the profound but only elicits laughter. Directed by Mark Pellington (Arlington Road) it tells the story of a hedonistic annual reunion between a group of 40-something friends as their partying spirals out of control when they revisit a pact made during their college days.
The film has many problems but chief among them is the overbearing style and indulgent pacing. At over two-hours the film is simply far too long for such a slight and banal story. The opening hour could be condensed into a single ten-minute montage as the obnoxious and irredeemable friends work their way through a comical amount of drugs. Pellington shoots these scenes…
This was a hard movie to finish! In this one a group of friends get together for a week of drugs, alcohol and women. About halfway through the movie things turn pretty serious and we learn about a pact the four friends made when they were younger. There are not a lot of likeable characters in this movie....so it makes enjoying the movie very hard. I give it points for style....but not much for substance.....in the end this is a pretty average movie.
A downward spiral can be an amazing thing to witness. To watch someone slowly descend into madness, addiction, grief. To watch someone lose their humanity, or face it and fall. Maybe it's because they had to start somewhere, and that means they were once still valuable, still human. Maybe it's because watching someone, someone who can still feel, lose grasp of what matters stirs empathy in us.
That's what this is about. A slow fall, put on that ledge by failure and loss, and pushed over by the drugs and alcohol that stir the memories they don't want.
When I watched this initially I thought the music montages were solely for an attempted arthouse style. Watching it again, I think…
The soundtrack is great and the acting is decent, but when you break it down, it's just a pretentious pathetic over-stylized artsy fartsy mess about a bunch of assholes just being assholes.
A waste of talent. A waste of a good soundtrack. A waste of the eyes. A waste of fake cocaine. All of which deserved a much better movie.
"I Melt with You" is a drug-fueled descent into a dangerously nihilistic delirium, a mid-life crisis that stumbles into a tunnel where the light at the end turns out to be an oncoming train. Mark Pellington sets the tone for this bleak movie with Sex Pistols music, a band that proclaimed that there is "no future." Appropriate.
Four middle-aged friends reunite for some birthday shenanigans over Spring Break in Big Sur, consuming a mountain of drugs and a sea of alcohol as they try to relive the glory days of their youth and forget their debilitating shortcomings. As the sex, booze, and drugs infect their collective blood, things take a dark turn when they find themselves stuck in a moment…
Never in my life would I follow through with what these four "friends" do in the movie.
Could have been about an hour shorter than it was, but hey, it's art, right??
Not a terrible movie, but would absolutely not recommend. Don't try and make The Hangover dark.
Four college friends (now in their mid to late 40s) get together every year to have a wild time drinking and doing drugs. What starts as another of their debauched party excursions soon descends into something very dark and unexpected. The soundtrack is especially awesome, filled with 80s Punk, New Wave, Funk. It's clearly the music these guys grew up on and loved. The main song that stands out is "Pretty Vacant" by The Sex Pistols. It is played by Thomas Jane's character on his stereo at the beginning of the gathering. He was a punker in college, but this nihilistic theme is really a clue about what the film is about at its core. I was skeptical about this one, thinking it would be a Hurly Burly type movie about middle aged guys getting wasted and acting like idiots but it surprised me by being much deeper, more profound and shocking.
Un fin de semana de relajo para cuatro amigos de mediana edad se convierte en un infierno suicida alimentado por la droga en la mal concebida y ejecutada, I Melt With You de Mark Pellington, una obra de extrema auto-indulgencia que se hubiera beneficiado muchísimo de la mano de un productor y editor firme.
"Las palabras son herramientas," le dice Richard (Thomas Jane) dice a sus estudiantes al inicio del película, es el maestro y un autor fallido, editado para relacionarlo con Ron (Jeremy Piven) el comerciante, el doctor corrupto Jonathan (Rob Lowe) y Tim, sin rumbo (Christian McKay) solo antes de que se reúnan en una casa de alquiler ostentosa en la costa de Big Sur para su reunión…
Mark Pellington’s Sundance disaster, awkwardly titled I Melt With You, is one of the strangest, incredibly maddening and tonally challenged films that I have seen all year. There are pros and cons – more of the latter than the former – and it is easy to see why so many critics have slashed it to bits. With that being said, it is certainly not as bad as everyone thinks it is, but it could have been a whole hell of a lot better.
The film focuses on the yearly reunion of four friends who went to college together in the eighties. Every one of these individuals somehow failed to live the dream, and as a result, they have taken questionable…
Pretty much as bad as it gets. Legitimately, this might be a complete reverse-masterpiece a-la The Room insofar as it feels like an attempt to capture some element of the human condition made by someone who a) could conceivably not be human themselves or b) has only experienced humanity remotely (I'm thinking on a television, from an underground bunker perhaps - Blast From The Past style). Potentially the worst movie I have ever seen, which ironically makes it -somewhat- remarkable.
You can almost mistake Carla Gugino's face at the end for a smile, probably thinking to herself, "Great. I never have to think about this movie again."
I'm seriously troubled by the overall theme, and I'm not sure I'm along for the ride, however the film is deliriously directed by Mark Pellington and has an awesome wall-to-wall soundtrack. Special callout to tomandandy for their score, a blending haze of meditative tones and scrambled siren song to accompany this cacophony of internalized MTV-era collapse anxiety.
MASTERPIECE!! I fucking love this film down to the soundtrack. Great fucking movie!