i've seen it a few times and I always want to like it more than I do, but I also wish that everytime I watched it it felt more like a great movie than some college student's thesis film on consumerism, identity formation, and individual vs group think. that's not a compliment.
Well, it's #5 in a series of continuously diminishing returns BUT out of nowhere, this one features an end-career stage Mickey Rooney as the bad guy so that's gotta be worth something, right? Barely. I particularly love that good ol' Mick looks like he literally just rolled in to set straight from his bed at the retirement home, wondering when Judy's getting to there to join them. He's in a great old-school acting mode here, chewing his way through scenes…