What a mediocre movie.
And what a testament to Paul Rudd’s acting.
Rudd manages to elevate his character to rise above the pedestrain motions of the script.
When Jennifer Anniston’s Nina proposes Rudd’s George should help raise her baby, he says nothing but his body language speaks volumes of his discomfort.
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This movie sucks in all the most obvious ways.
Grainy picture. Terrible sound. Hipper-than-thou plot devices. One-dimensional stereotypical side characters. Annoying industrial soundtrack.
And, of course, that’s the entire point.
The Living End put Gregg Araki on the map, and his quirky movies are instantly filed under the “cult” label.
There’s only one reason why I even remotely bother with this movie — the sex scenes are damn hot.
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[This past Labor Day weekend, I rented a bunch of gay-themed movies for my own version of aGLIFF, especially since this year’s festival didn’t really draw me out of the apartment. The next few blog entries will cover those movies, plus others I’ve seen in the past month or so.]
If I were stuck on a desert island with a DVD player and only 10 movies — never mind the power supply or any other such details — Bedrooms and Hallways would be high on that list.
Aside from being one of the funniest films ever, it indulges in perhaps the ultimate gay male fantasy — getting seduced by a straight guy.
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