pretending having fucked up taste is the pinnacle of pretension
I had seen in one or two places before watching this this film being praised for not being sentimental, staying somewhat removed form the content.
If anything I think this hurt the film. From a journalistic perspective it's the proper way to deal with content but I feel like the subject matter is so specific, so inherently personal that dealing with it in an impersonal way weakens the spirit of the film overall.
Technically well done but emotionally lacking.
I'm a little iffy on this. I loved a lot of the first 2/3, the chemistry between Jones and Murray was great, Marlon Wayans though perhaps not the best casting was a choice that intrigued me nonetheless.
The final half hour though I didn't much appreciate. I was rather expecting it to just tear my heart out and rip it to shreds. In retrospect it's kind of what I wanted, to just be emotionally destroyed and that didn't happen. If…