Watched: Shrink
Observations:
- This had a limited release in the US, and no release in the UK. I can’t even remember how I came across this film. Flicking through trailers, I think.
- Los Angeles seems like a strange place. Easy to lose yourself in, I guess.
- I think I can watch Kevin Spacey in just about anything. Not that this is a perfect film, but even if was slapdash and terrible I’d still like it because he’s there, in the middle of it all.
- Half an hour has passed, and I still can’t figure out if the ending is a cliché or not. This is an ensemble movie, despite Spacey at the fore, and I don’t think it’s a huge spoiler to say that by the end of the film everyone’s paths cross in quite a climactic way (for an indie drama, anyway). But there are no sudden realisations that someone loves someone else, nothing stated that crosses into histrionics. This film about psychotherapy only really has one emotional tirade, and it’s mostly played for laughs.
- They kept Robin Williams quiet.
- This is a bit like Lost in Translation if it was set in L.A., swore a lot more (they said the cunt-word!) and actually had a plot. It’s sweet without ever being cloying.
- Thirty-five minutes, now, and I’m starting to feel like this film’s touched something that isn’t superficial and silly.
