When a movie lives up to it’s fun premise AND has the fuckin’ GOAT, Jimmy James himself, Stephen Root??? That’s a treat.
Stray observations while watching the failed high profile 1980 studio vanity project Paul Simon wrote for himself, soundtracked, and starred in because he was clearly jealous that Art Garfunkel got to be in two Mike Nichols films:
-Paul Simon, you’re no Art Garfunkel, who actually WAS a leading man.
-my dude really wrote a sob story about a one hit wonder turned bar band shitkicker after scoring three hit solo albums in a row IRL. Weird victory lap.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
In college I took a playwriting class and my final project was a piece called Fighting. It was a collection of three scenes in which pairs of people are, yes, fighting. One was a violent physical altercation between two guys going at it after a botched robbery, one was a farce where two British men quibble about something (I genuinely forget), and one was, regretfully, a breakup scene between a couple who just can’t make it work because if memory serves…
The most conflicted I’ve been about a movie in a long time. On one hand it’s beautifully made and features the most heartbreakingly real performances by non-actors since The Florida Project, and on the other hand it feels like a dramatic Borat with a fake character or two plunged into a real world scenario that is actually affecting real people.
With the amount of actual nomads featured in this movie you’d think they could have just kept it a harrowing…