A drinking game for Todd Solondz’s "sequel" to the unsettlingly poignant Happiness:
Take one shot every time…
- A clichéd character appears including but not limited to neurotic Floridian mother, self-debasing do-gooder hippie, inexpressive man, self-absorbed Hollywood screenwriter, vengeful ghost, socially awkward dork
- Someone says “pedophile"
- You see a poster you owned in college/high school
- You think you’re watching a Woody Allen movie
- Someone makes a passive aggressive comment
Take two shots every time…
- You get an unnecessary titty-shot
- Your reminded of your own family (you probably need it)
By this time you might be drunk enough to empathize with one of the characters in the movie, thus giving you a similar experience to its predecessor. Unfortunately, I don’t imbibe at the movies so I was left with the sense that I should have gone to see Get Low. Solondz's characters depend on your pity, your understanding and without that the meaning is lost.
This movie made me feel nothing, not good or bad or bored or challenged in any way. The most shocking part about it was that it was made by someone who’s shown so much vision, who has the ability to cast and finance his movies as he wishes yet still produces just another disappointing sequel.
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