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Simply Perfect

Highly Overrated But Still Good

A terrific literary drama and character piece that shows how the process of creating art can be seen differently by those doing it and those looking at it from the outside.

It's simply great fun, a winsome film and an occasionally over-the-top luxury fantasy that never flags.

First of all, this is a great film with a great humour.It's enjoyable to watch because the film doesn't try to force wit on you and try to convince you that it's funny.But on another note, I am just writing this review to tell everyone not to listen to the reviews complaining about people not getting older in the film. IF you would pay attention to the plot and watch the film to the end (as you are supposed to, or am I wrong?) then you'd understand why they did that on purpose. I think it is really worth watching if you like these kind of independent films (such as Scott Pilgrim, Dirty Girl etc.)

I ended up renting this movie on On Demand because Nick Offerman was promoting it. Even though the movie is only a little over an hour, it feels much longer. It's genre is listed as a comedy, but there is truly nothing funny about it. All the characters are unlikable and unsociable. And why I had to list spoiler alert... Everyone in the movie has sex with the other. It was so incest-driven. To top it off, no one in the entire movie ages except for the kid, which ruins the timeline all together. When the characters are supposed to be in their 30s, 40s, and 50s, they still look like they're 25. Just because a movie is dry and an independent release doesn't mean it's good or that you have to be the "right kind of person" to "get it". Sometimes, movies are just crappy. Like this one.

I'm not usually a fan of these new American independent movies...they're mostly insipid, badly shot wrecks, but this was not that. I caught SOMEBODY UP THERE LIKES ME at the Viennale and would highly recommend it. It was one of the few comedies that I saw there, and I'm happy to say that I laughed a lot. It has oddball charm, a story conceit similar to Bunuel, and tenderness at its core. I really loved the lead actor's performance. The director has a voice and characters that know how to speak it. It makes me want to see this Bob Byington's other movies. It also makes me want to see more comedies. What's wrong with people being so serious all the time? Boring, pretentious. I could go on and on...but what it boils down to is this: go see this and laugh and feel something, because you don't want to end up like the main character in it, trust me - that's why you should see it, so you know what you might become if you're numb to laughter.

So I got stuck in the metro because of an accident on the line, so I went out of the station, it was raining and very cold, so I found shelter in this Paris art-house cinema, mostly because of my everlasting interest for films, but also attracted by -let's face it- the nice poster with bright colors, as the night was falling and the frost was biting my feet. After 5 minutes in the empty screening room (the usher was not sure that there would be a "private screening" just for me but then another person walked in), so then after 5 minutes I knew that this film had already shown it all, and that there would not be any surprise to come : I was facing a time warp into the early 90s indie cr*p, the sort of film made by some Hal Hartley wannabe, with a twist of today's Solondzness. Caricatural shifty/witty/ugly/unlikeable characters, lots of void & pouting glares between cues, pretentious unfunny comedy lines, annoying corny little music score. Love & melodrama between the kitchen sink and the bathroom, over 20 years in the lives of unfathomably dull characters (could have been a French film, but not even). A deluge of clichés resuming in a film that, in a normal world, should have stuck to a late night screening of a penniless, remote & semi-freaky festival. But released theatrically ? I just couldn't believe my eyes. At that point (10 minutes), I felt an urge to rush out. I could obviously face the rain, and the possibility of the metro being still blocked and of having to bump into throngs of hurrying people in the streets. I chose to stay. It was warm in there. I played Angry Birds for the rest of the film (the Star Wars edition). The images of the film were sort of gliding over my forehead, making their way to the back of the room. I could follow the plot effortlessly without really watching or listening. One of the most miserable evenings of my life so far.