Of all of ATJ's films, this is the one I was most anticipating, but in execution, watching it felt like listening to a joke I didn't get.

The Green Butchers had such an effective, tight story with great set-ups and pay-offs, and I can appreciate maybe wanting to go in a more abstract direction, but the characters in this film are so morally bankrupt that none of their arcs felt particularly rewarding or their outcomes particularly earned, yet it doesn't quite have the sick edge to punish it's characters like a Todd Solondz.

Not a bad film, but didn't quite gel for me.

Great film to watch with the GF!

Dialogue Coach: Tommy Wiseau
Special Effects Supervisor: Neil Breen
Writer/director: George Lucas

Although it is a profoundly beautiful movie, what struck me the most was how unpoetic much of it was.

The protagonist doesn't arrive at the hospital just in time to watch his brother go. The legs on the stretcher to the ambulance don't fold up easily. And that's what life is like.

The two leads are not emotionally mature, and don't know what they need for themselves or eachother, but not everyone who's grieving has a motivational speech in them to make things better. It's a very unconventional angle to go for a movie, but it was a damn good one.