I watched this movie when I was a film school student. It was brand new, hot out of distribution, and I'd heard of Todd Solondz as a filmmaker who dared to make "different" films, which I figured meant "superior."
See, it worked as entertainment, the acting and photography was fine. And yeah, it WAS "different." A pedophile is shown in a sympathetic light. Some fat loser uses his own jizz to stick pictures to the wall of his tiny studio apartment. Yeah, that's different.
But what was the point in showing us all this sh*t? And why is it even entertaining to watch? Because the movie conditions me to think that this is reality, and that I should join the director in being comfortable with reality. Like, if these sick situations are so common that all these people are having them at once, then I should be cool with it and be a little proud of how this movie enlightened me.
It's scary how they pulled this off. Young and impressionable, I ignored how disgusting and bereft of meaning this movie was because it LOOKED good and I understood it was "hip." I ate it up and almost fifteen years later, the foul aftertaste still lingers in the back of my mind.
Ugh. Everything's propaganda now. I have had my share of sickness, and this movie isn't "groundbreakingly truthful," I think it's the director trying to convince everyone else of his deeply cynical and unrealistic view of middle- class America.
Also, I don't know how this would play out in reality, but I doubt that a little boy getting sodomized by a grown man during a drugged stupor would just wake up the next morning without being being very upset and in a lot of pain. Exploiting child rape and trying to pull it off like it's dark comedy, there should be a name for that. Something that means "vapid and often offensive bullsh*t masquerading as having substance." I think "hipster crack" is a good enough term.
There's just something off about it, something fake, something truly sick and immature. Like a friendly kid who wears expensive clothes and has lots of cool stuff, but when you visit his house he wants to play by torturing cats.
See, it worked as entertainment, the acting and photography was fine. And yeah, it WAS "different." A pedophile is shown in a sympathetic light. Some fat loser uses his own jizz to stick pictures to the wall of his tiny studio apartment. Yeah, that's different.
But what was the point in showing us all this sh*t? And why is it even entertaining to watch? Because the movie conditions me to think that this is reality, and that I should join the director in being comfortable with reality. Like, if these sick situations are so common that all these people are having them at once, then I should be cool with it and be a little proud of how this movie enlightened me.
It's scary how they pulled this off. Young and impressionable, I ignored how disgusting and bereft of meaning this movie was because it LOOKED good and I understood it was "hip." I ate it up and almost fifteen years later, the foul aftertaste still lingers in the back of my mind.
Ugh. Everything's propaganda now. I have had my share of sickness, and this movie isn't "groundbreakingly truthful," I think it's the director trying to convince everyone else of his deeply cynical and unrealistic view of middle- class America.
Also, I don't know how this would play out in reality, but I doubt that a little boy getting sodomized by a grown man during a drugged stupor would just wake up the next morning without being being very upset and in a lot of pain. Exploiting child rape and trying to pull it off like it's dark comedy, there should be a name for that. Something that means "vapid and often offensive bullsh*t masquerading as having substance." I think "hipster crack" is a good enough term.
There's just something off about it, something fake, something truly sick and immature. Like a friendly kid who wears expensive clothes and has lots of cool stuff, but when you visit his house he wants to play by torturing cats.