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Absolutely the worst movie.

Entertaining from beginning to end, it maintains the spirit of the franchise while establishing it's own seal with a fun cast

The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.

Possibly the worst film I have ever reviewed and, most certainly, the lowest mark I have ever given. Watching paint dry for 91 minutes would be more exciting.I have read the other reviews, the positives and, even, superlatives are a bit like the king's new suit of clothes; you have to rave over it because it is arty, well-acted and has Philip Seymour Hoffman. No it isn't arty, the acting is so-so and yes it has PSH, but so what? The stats say it all. Hardly any form of theatrical release, finally reaching Israel in April 2015 and most other countries not at all. In Israel, most films have an artificial popcorn, drinks and you-know-what intermission in the middle. I wonder how many stayed for part two? We gave up at home. And its takings over the past five years confirm it a flop.Can I say anything positive about this film? Not a one.

Seymour Hoffmann apparently died of drugs, so it's hardly surprising to find them featuring in his directorial effort. I enjoyed watching him learning to swim at the local pool, since I am pretty aquatic myself, but other than that the film lacked interest. Hoffmann's character's friend, Clyde, a fellow limo driver, confides to him that his wife had a two-year affair five years earlier and he still worries about it, even thinking she might be launching another. Hoffmann's character is horrified. Clyde introduces him to Connie, who works at Clyde's wife's office, selling mortician services and regularly getting molested by the mortician himself. They take a shine to each other. She lets him stroke her yoni, very gently, while conversing with him. Later in their relationship, she urges him to take her: "Overcome me", she says. He does so, and they seem idyllically happy. Meanwhile Clyde's relationship is on the rocks. Clyde hits cocaine and smokes hashish through a four-way hookah at Hoffmann's character's long-awaited dinner party for Connie. It's a disaster. They are obliged to escape. Later, they do go boating on the lake, so it ends happily ever after. Recommended.

Philip Seymour Hoffman's directorial debut (and, of course, only effort as director) is a small indie flick based on an off-Broadway play (written by Robert Glaudini) in which he starred. He plays it very safe in both his direction and acting, but the results are pretty satisfying. Hoffman plays Jack, a man who has zero experience with relationships. His best friends (John Ortiz and Daphne Rubin-Vega) set him up with Amy Ryan. She likes him fine, but Jack finds he has very little to say to her. He decides to make himself a better man by learning to cook and swim (two of the interests she mentions on their first date). Jack is a pretty typical Hoffman character. In particular, he reminded me of Scotty from Boogie Nights. Ryan is good, but the script really doesn't give her much character. Ortiz and Rubin-Vega, playing a married couple who are having some troubles, are fairly interesting. Hoffman opens up the stage origins, and the film actually looks quite nice, especially during the swimming sequences, which have some nice underwater photography. I suspect most, or maybe all of the play takes place in Ortiz's and Rubin-Vega's apartment, where most of the biggest scenes in the movie take place. The film's worth seeking out.

It's never a pleasure to report that a film project brought to life largely through the efforts of someone whose work you greatly admire is a misfire, but such is the case with "Jack Goes Boating." Philip Seymour Hoffman, one of the best actors currently working, directed, co-wrote and stars in this oddball "comedy" about two sad sacks who find love in each other. It's like a darker, updated version of "Marty," with Hoffman standing in for Ernest Borgnine and the part of the wallflower, played memorably by Betsy Blair in the earlier film, played here by Amy Ryan. However, there's no rooting interest in this film as there was in "Marty." The characters played by Hoffman and Ryan are so weird, Ryan's especially, as to be nearly mentally ill. Indeed, Ryan's character is terribly written, as is the only other female character in the movie, a mutual friend played by Daphne Rubin-Vega as a vicious harpy. Her husband is Hoffman's best friend, and the film's major set piece is a disastrous dinner party at which Hoffman and Ryan watch their married friends, along with their marriage, self-destruct before their very eyes. I guess we're supposed to understand from this why Hoffman and Ryan are both so relationship shy; neither wants to end up in something as awful as the marriage that apparently serves as their only frame of reference. Are there no other married couples in the entire city of New York who might set a different example? The tone and pacing of the film is stilted and odd, as if Hoffman was trying too hard to give his film a quirky vibe. It's only 90 minutes long but it feels much longer thanks to the numerous slow and painful conversations we have to endure from these characters who remain at best obtuse and at worst downright unlikable.Grade: C