Thursday, July 22, 2004

Movie Review: Chuck and Buck

I love watching these art movies this summer! It's just one nice surprise after the next.

Damn. I spoke too soon.

Then, Chuck and Buck arrived in the queue.

I am still wondering why on Earth this movie is made. I kept thinking of that reason for pop art, Andy Warhol, who, in his own way, said that art is pretty much anything. A can of soup. A movie of a person sleeping all night.

I could only wish this movie had as much reason for existing. I've not a clue what I watched. I rented it on a recommendation from Entertainment Weekly's reviews. I tended to agree with them.

It's good to see I've developed my own mind apart from their critics. There is no amount of acting, writing, directing or spectacle that makes this movie worth watching. It's an interesting premise that might have looked good on paper but the finished product does not do a thing.

It's the tale of two childhood friends that briefly reconnect after years of growing apart. One has matured and grown up (Chuck, looking like a photocopy of Matt Gibson from Dharma and Greg) the other is still stuck in his formative years, those being the best days of his dismal life (Buck).  Buck begins to stalk his former friend even after several obvious communications that they are not to be in contact.

But here's the thing, people would have called the police at the amount of involvement Buck invests in his stalking. No one seems to do this, no matter how intelligent they are protrayed. I started to think that perhaps there was some kind of underlying reason, like they felt pity for Buck or something--which would be completely contrary to what's presented, for Buck is a throughly dislikable character. In fact, I hated all these people, I did not care if they lived or died and that's not a good thing.

Really, I'm almost angry at watching the movie, and I don't believe that was their intention. In fact, I doubt they had an intention at all. So why make it? Was it, like Warhol's can of soup, so we can watch art? Screw it, the soup can was more interesting in so many ways.

Not a good movie at all.


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