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I loved
the film. You might not though. It's weird, not cookie-cutter commercial
crap, imaginative, fresh, disturbing, funny without being the usual
brand of side-splitting slapstick that we are accustomed to getting
from Adam Sandler. Still there are moments of silly. But this movie
is black humor with many colors piercing through. A haunting dream stays
still lurking in my imagination affecting me deeply somewhere apparently,
like the odd used piano delivered mysteriously as the sunrises.
The film is about characters, people as products of the strange world
that is present-day America. Scenes of semi-trucks, rented warehouse
space, supermarkets, apartment corridors. The main character is Barry
Egan a victim of the excessive doting of his 7 sisters and has become
a man who seems on the surface to be doing " ok ", normal, has his own
business, things are going well, could be better, but in fact he's a
time-bomb, dark, fragile and violent. His lady, a charmer with a soft
British accent that communicates her delicacy and sense of concern,
vulnerability, and humanity. Her presence could change his life.
It is also about finding your own innocence, instincts and love in this
jaded world. About loving because someone needs you despite his faults:
beating up bathrooms in sudden spells of rage, obsessions about pudding
and frequent flyer mile schemes, and a bright blue salesman suit.
The colors of the opening credits and the beaten piano lullaby suggest
a childlike dreamworld between the cracks of a jaded modern junkyard,
mechanized hell, a universe that is violent, kitsch, ugly, and neurosis
producing is cracked by the fragile, tentative and twisted dreams of
some very real, believable people. It's compelling, a small film that
might affect you greatly.
Andrew
F.
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