If anyone would have told my younger self that this film was more queer-techno-philosophical than action movie I would have realized I was queer sooner.
There’s probably something to be taken away about the reflections of ourselves that we put onto younger minds in Good Boys. But to do that, a person would have to traverse through the swamps of the masculine-vulgar-party comedy genre, and I don’t have it in me to do that right now.
So the most I’ll say is this film felt like a group of white dudes went into a writers room and put things in their pants to remember what being a kid feels like.
I’ve read a lot of people praising this animation as a beautiful depiction of an artists life. But honestly it seems like whoever sees beauty in this story can’t get past the glorification of messed up men that made history.
Luis Brunel is considered a great director in film surrealism, and its pretty interesting seeing the use of his film footage cut throughout. However, where this film tries to tell a story about how poetic Brunel’s life brought him to…