before seeing this film i had no idea that the lives of rich white people can be so deeply moving in such profoundly cliche ways. i had no idea that their privileged private tragedies are connected with the suffering of like, DINOSAURS from turn of the last ice age. amazing use of stock footage, whispering, and befuddled story arc. truly a masterpiece in sophomoric pretension and pure, grade A+ horse shit.
and to drive the point home, the film's inclusion of a few scenes showing the disenfranchised, blacks, and mexicans provided a silent background for the drama of our upper class main characters to unfold. all of this makes it all too clear that the lives of the underclass is filled with common place misery and garden variety pain, nothing remotely similar or even comparable to the intensely poetic, exalted, noble, transcendent and COSMIC suffering of the rich.
all set to a romantic, ethereal and elegiac soundtrack filled with Mahler's operatic soprano solos, emotive pieces from the top 40 Classical cannon, and ECM favorites like Górecki and Tavener. so romantic... BARF
while i always like to see more abstraction in films, and in some ways this one can be said to be pushing the envelope, it ends up as nothing more than a garishly sentimental middle class product just like the suburban setting it takes place in. Hallmark™ Surrealism.
i can't believe how many otherwise (seemingly) non-stupid people are praising this rubbish.
do not, i repeat, do NOT mention The Mirror in the same paragraph, or even on the same page as this supreme idiocy.
when hollywood tries to be artsy it makes me want to dig my eyes out with a rusty tea spoon. i knew we should have seen Transformers 3 instead.
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