by Joanna Orland
Based on the book by Chuck Palahniuk, author of Fight Club, this film obviously has some high expectations based on the success and general fabness of Chuck’s previous film adaptation of FC.
I’ve always liked Sam Rockwell, but the dude ain’t no Brad Pitt. He ain’t even an Edward Norton. He’s fine enough in this film, and Anjelica Houston is always amazing, but the problem of this film lies in the directing. I really wanted to like this film, and in theory I did (story, stars, author), but the directing is so amateurish I reckon I could’ve done a better job myself.
New writer-director Clark Gregg really lets the audience down by not only getting stunted performances out of normally great actors, but he even allowed a BOOM mic into TWO separate shots!!! What is this, amateur hour??? And not to mention one of these shots was the big Anjelica Houston scene that we had been waiting for throughout the entire film! Oy vey, I’m Ferklempt.
I really really wanted to like this. I could tell that underneath all the hackjob editing and direction that there is a really good story somewhere in there. Think I might pick up the book to help redeem some of Chuck Palahniuk’s dignity.
If you’re illiterate, feel free to unashamedly watch this film. But, if you want to enjoy it, my bets are on the book.