I’m A Pretentious Jerk

Because today I slipped in a movie borrowed from the Upstairs Neighbor, I Heart Huckabees, and I laughed. And enjoyed it. Not a ton, not as much as Being John Malkovich, but I still found it cute, enjoyable and somewhat engaging, even if it was running a little shallow on the whole existentialism thing. But then what can you do with an hour and 45 minutes, really?

I’d vaguely heard about the movie, but it was only after being given the DVD that I was told a lot of people had some serious issues with the film. I’m sorry to say that I wasn’t one of them, so I suspect this probably does make me a pretentious jerk. After reading some of the more critical reviews in wake of having just watched the film, I think a lot of people were overthinking this movie, because it wasn’t that complicated. If I had to sum it up, I would say that it’s a little Nietzsche, a little Sartre and a whole lot of Beckett style absurdism that all meets somewhere in the middle of the Nietzsche/Sartre thing, but with laughs. I mean, seeing Donny Wahlberg whack himself in the face with a ball so he can experience Being & Nothingness and enjoy how cool it is was, to me, FUNNY. I laughed at it. I laughed at a lot of stuff in here.

I am a pretentious jerk. I have now made peace with that.